Evening rain

Slowly and resplendently fell a rainshower

Through which the evening sun shone:

Beneath it, the wanderer walked on narrow paths

With a gloomy soul.

He saw the large drops flashing

In their descent through the golden rays;

They felt cool on his head as they tumbled down

And he spoke with quivering, sweet agony:

Now I know that a rainbow

Stretches high above my brow

On the path that I've taken,

And from a great distance it can be seen playing.

And those who stand here nearby,

And think they know me so deeply,

They nevertheless cannot see

How it shines about me so propitiously.

So it will be that when other days come

And look back sunnily on this day today,

Above my distant, faded name

A rainbow of glory will stand.