The rain at dawn has made the morning clean;
The sparkling air is peaceful once again.
My mind harks back to things that might have been,
In crystal thoughts like softly falling rain.
I know that passèd are the dreams I’ve seen
When feverish sleep has felled me where I lain,
—The rain has washed my slate of stain and sin.
I let the past flow, waters down a drain.
Naked I start, all deshabilitated,
A newborn world facing its first sunrise
Where rains like tears have purified my eyes,
And at this time, my rebirth long belated,
The morn is here, my spirit gladly flies,
Freed from the chains that bound it from the skies.