O, raining, sweet raining !
What you’re coming down for?
Not as our moving tears, of course,
Not, Of aching of heart.
for,o sweet pleasant raining
you’re near him, you’re a part of him,
you’re in his cheerless eyes.
then,tell me, what you leave him in such unhappily manner for?
You forsake the beloved firmament for what reason,
To fall on this fated dirt,where no such fervor you have had is to be found?
You,taciturn frosty raining, fall to depart from him so ignorantly; but o,
my tears come, since he treats me ignorantly.
How you two are alike: both pitiless, both heartless.