Asking for Rain
O sky! Rain! This soil is burnt
And longing for life-giving drops of rain
Its dry lips and scorched chest is
A picture of life’s expiration
O cloud! In this hot land
Thousands of farms are waiting for you
Come back for the city with the emerald mountains
It has been a long time since they donned black clothes in mourning for you
O water! O nature’s doctor, you are succour
Because of your absence, the flower’s heart is broken
The buds no longer have any patience
Because of their strong desire for you, no smile appears on their lips
O God! Don’t allow the poor farmer to
Die in time’s furnace – he is thirsty
A single drop of the water of your endless mercy
Would strengthen the tired farmer’s hands
O God! For the sake of the sad hearts of Kuchis
O God! Rain down your mercy on the dry rivers
O God! For the sake of the dry springs
Rain down on the scorched and dry deserts
We are penitent slaves and broken figures
We are drowning in guilt, ignorance and darkness
O God! Don’t act as if we deserve to become more wretched
Forgive us even though we deserve punishment
Let water fall down on us because we are on fire
Water to make the dry springs wet
This hot land is your lover’s bedroom
Never let them be scattered
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