I don’t know why I am so sad.
This is a puzzle I cannot solve.
Why am I lost?
Where can I lay the blame?
But while I brood I’m not alone,
Melancholy sits with me. An odd friend
who shares my grief with a sad half-smile
and never fails to remind me of all my regrets.
Dolorous daydreams bring me reminders
of every fault or failure, even those too slight to be seen.
All piled together in the oppressive weight of the downpour,
And all I can do against it is walk on in the rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.