$) There is weeping in my heart
As it rains upon the city,
What is this faintness (languor)
Which penetrates my heart?
Oh gentle clatter of the rain
Through ground and over the roofs!
For a heart which is bored,
Oh the song of the rain!
There is weeping without reason
In this heart which is disgusted.
What! no treason?
This mourning is without reason.
It is good the worst pain
Has no knowledge of why,
Without love and without hate,
My heart has so much from pain!
As it rains upon the city,
What is this faintness (languor)
Which penetrates my heart?
Oh gentle clatter of the rain
Through ground and over the roofs!
For a heart which is bored,
Oh the song of the rain!
There is weeping without reason
In this heart which is disgusted.
What! no treason?
This mourning is without reason.
It is good the worst pain
Has no knowledge of why,
Without love and without hate,
My heart has so much from pain!
