More than all the knowledge in all the libraries of ancient and modern worlds.
More than all the words of holy people and the grand creations of artists.
A flood of tears, liberate the soul,
rising to the surface brings emotional truth
to a face distorted by others men's thoughts.
Not just sorrow, but joy,
whether induced by a remembering
or a forgetting.
Not haughty pleasure
but true, unaffected joy,
brings unity to a disposition
racked by dreams of separation.
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