Rain

Might we absolve ourselves, to renounce and let it go all
When sunrise lights the soul and illusion just dissolves,
Countless bitter tears are forever lost after fresh rainfall



The desire of a thoughtlessly living man grows like a creeper,
drifts from one life to another, like a monkey looking for fruit in the forest.
When one is overcome by this wretched, clinging desire in the world,
one's sorrows increase like grass growing up after a lot of rain.
But when one masters this wretched desire, which is so hard to overcome,
then one's sorrows just drop off, like a drop of water...
_______________________________________________Buddha