Song Of The Rain VII
I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven By the gods.
Nature then takes me, to adorn Her fields and valleys.
I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn To embellish the gardens.
When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.
The field and the cloud are lovers And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.
The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life, which begins at The feet of the mad elements and ends Under the upraised wings of death.
I emerge from the heard of the sea Soar with the breeze.
When I see a field in Need,
I descend and embrace the flowers and The trees in a million little ways.
I touch gently at the windows with my Soft fingers, and my announcement is a Welcome song.
All can hear, but only The sensitive can understand.
The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with The strength she takes from him.
I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.
So with love - Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.
Khalil Gibran
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