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For what cause does the dew shed its tears?

Who cares for its brightening flowers at night?

At a time when most of the world is asleep,

For whom do the dewdrops mourn and weep?

The night air cares not as it blows by,

Then, for whose love, does the dew cry?

The dewdrops keep on weeping silently,

Perhaps a lovelorn heart is sobbing painfully.

The dew with its tears beautifies all flowers,

And overhead the clouds too hold their showers.

In the mourning of evening life gets a warning,

That all that appears lovely is not long lasting.

And watching the dew replenishing the night air,

My heart too feels sad for the state of affair.

It's as if we too like to glisten like the flowers,

But are doomed to wither soon as crumpled bowers.

How touchingly does the dew reveal deep secrets,

What we think as ours causes us only regrets.

And so, like the dewdrops decorating for dawn,

We too must live and suffer, for the flowers, unborn.