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It Rains In My Heart - Translation Paul Verlaine – Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur
It rains in my heart
as on town and on mart,
pours down longings that start
to reign in my heart!
Oh soft ringing of rain
poured on earth, eave and pane,
for poor heart feeling pain,
oh the ringing of rain!
It rains without reason
in hurt heart fears have lease on.
What? - no season for treason?
Do I grieve without reason?
What most hurts me, I wait
‘Why’ not knowing, sad fate,
without love, without hate,
On my heart lies deadweight!
Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.
Quelle est cette ...
Why Seek Nirvana?
Life's curtains are a veil through which few see,
as many haste taste-waste eternity,
mixed up, ignore life fixes finite score
to/through infinite opportunity.
Can "Truth" exist? all ask, who'd seek its core,
most boast then turn to toast, wan ghost before
obituary ink is dry. One nod and wink
then, in a twinkling, knock on Lethe's door