Earth groans, the threads of rain descend,
For ages, the monsoon's longed-for end.
The earth sighs, the threads of rain descend.
The world moves on, yet summer's touch is late,
My thirsty eyes, a parched and longing state.
My burning breath, my body's fevered plight,
My burning breath, my body's fevered light.
My eyes, the clouds, have wept a thousand times,
A thousand times they've wept, the earth now chimes,
The threads of rain descend, the earth now chimes.
The eastern wind, a messenger, it came,
A drizzle sent, perhaps, to fan the flame.
Alone I ponder, lost in yesterday,
Alone I ponder, waiting for the day.
This year, may love, may love now shower down,
May love now shower down, the earth now crowned,
The earth sighs, the threads of rain descend,
For ages, the monsoon's longed-for end.
The earth sighs, the threads of rain descend.
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