Advent of Clouds

Uninvited guest, the cruel clouds,
Why are you bothering me?

Bother the immature lovers; go to parks,
Make the lands fertile; Go to villages,
Fall on the toiling bodies; go to factories,
Settle the dust, the pollution; go to cities.

Go and inform my lady love,
That today I will not circle her street.
Fall on her shining face, attempt to wash makeup,
And testify to world the originality of her beauty.

Listen, you are known as death of fire,
Go and extinguish the fire of hatred in hearts.
Nourish the seeds of love, and erode the jeoulous,
With your strong flow.

Uninvited guest, the cruel clouds,
Why are you bothering me?