sorrow [Theme]

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
Th'offender''s sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence''s cross.
Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheeds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.




Brilliant I was promised day
Without the cloak I left the house.
But the clouds caught up with me a shadow,
Overtaken by a storm of hail and rain.
Let then, making his way from behind the clouds,
Gently touched my brow,
Beaten by the rain, your mild ray, -
You heal my wounds could not.
I was not happy about your sorrow,
Your remorse is not fun.
Sympathy for the offender, hardly
Heal ulcers burning resentment.
But your tears, tears of pearl streams,
As the shower washed away all your sins!