I need some time off

Lord, I ask for some respite,
some respite is desperately needed!

Oh, how many ages have passed
since I last heard the patter of rain.

In weariness upon weariness, see—
having lit the five-flame lamp of longing,
these two eyes have grown heavy with sorrow.

Climbing
the stairs,
I only keep descending.

In barren fields, in barren fields,
as if after a thousand years,
rain falls upon this heart...

I beseech you, Lord,
in cool waters for a while
let some fallow sunlight be extinguished.