The sound of the rain
The rumbling sounds,
and squeaky tucks
of the heavenly rods....bade me fear
it's been this way for some days
now, grunting heavily,
and me happily I love the sound,
the sound of the rain.
beats my beautiful red, wet my skin softly
its lofty touch strikes my heart petrified
oh, the sound of the rain...
when I hear the clouds and the thunderous applause of the earth
behold the heavens will smile joyfully to us
they tell us still intact is their love,
the sound of the rain,
beneath this joyful waters I trudge
my fair skin,
let the rain fall, and wash away the scum of my land
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I would like to translate this poem