*This beautiful poem was written by brother K in Persian.
At times the sound of the raindrops from heaven
wakes me up in the middle of the night,
knocking on the window glass in my room.
The drops damp the room of my gloomy heart,
from the depths of the dark night
and make me understand my remote, distant days.
There has always been the One who has cared for you,
even in those dark, lonely nights.
And this voice brought me peace.
The rhythm of the sound of drops,
with its music-beauty,
revives the sense of the beauty of life
and those joyous days which have long been forgotten.
Isn't it amazing that this simple sound,
recalled my inner reminiscence?
Or is it because of this simplicity,
had I receive peace?
Yes, a plain tune
and of heavenly origin.
A tune which comes from above,
which gives you the most tender, comfort songs of life.
My dusty nasty heart,
being washed by the flowing drops,
now was transformed into a clean, transparent one
like the window glass.
Now then what shall I do?
What shall I do?
Just listen, listen to the voice of Him.
The peace of the Spirit, in which has eternity,
and the Life is waving in it..
Listen to His Voice in the flows of the drops.
The Lord knows your sufferings
and the Lord with His compassion weeps over your sadness.
The Lord heals and cleanses your wounds
with ointment of His tears.
Like the songs of the birds after the rain,
His loving Voice filled my heart with matchless joy.
In your dark nights,
in your pains, sufferings and worries,
I am with you.
And I shall give peace to the core of your being and
I shall make you a cleansed window glass.
Then with these transparent eyes, you shall see the outside beautifully.
Freely and lightly.
Just bear in mind, my child, that
every time you hear the sound of drops on the window glass,
remember that there is Thy Father in heaven, who loves you.
..Thy Father who loves you.
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translated by Kinuko