Sweet Rains

Lesson 286: Sweet Rains

O season of sweet rains, rains fragrant as musk,
Pour down, now, on all the friends of the Beloved!
You are the tears of separation, of passion,
You will water the dry mountain of the heart.
O eye of storm-clouds! Pour your tears like a pitcher!
How you envy our friends with their faces like moons.
See this cloud that weeps! Gaze on this laughing garden!
Our sick are saved by the tears of heaven.

- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi

(Translated by Andrew Harvey from A Year of Rumi)