There is weeping in my heart

There is weeping in my heart

like the rain falling on the town.

What is this languor

that pervades my heart?

Oh the patter of the rain

on the ground and the roofs!

For a heart growing weary

oh the song of the rain!

There is weeping without cause

in this disheartened heart.

What! No betrayal?

There's no reason for this grief.

Truly the worst pain

is not knowing why,

without love or hatred,

my heart feels so much pain.