The day grows cooler,
The light goes dim,
Behold! The great clouded sky,
That symbolizes the moment when
The heaven, it is holding up in its arms,
Is going to shower the mercy upon us,
The sinful beings that shred the earth
As the clouds crack open,
The leaves look up, waiting
For heaven to descend upon them.
As the drop of water falls on a leaf,
The tender leaf holds still for a divine moment,
As if in surprise, that fate
Had chosen it to bear
The weight of heaven itself
Before it bends down, and
As the water slides down,
It rewards the leaf with tiny droplets.
And all that day the leaf shall
Display the shining droplets of heaven
That it was blessed with, and
Beaming it would say, “I’ve been washed free of my sins”
The wet roads bear a foolish traveler running home
Away from the messengers of heaven
To keep his sins for himself.
Deep runs the sinned river
Through the low ravines and valleys
And as the rain falls on the river
Cleansing the river free of its sins,
The pure river grows in happiness and pride
Swells and floods the earth around it,
And in its pride it again sins
And harms the beings around.
Of these three kinds are the people around you
Whom do you choose to be?