Tears are hapless that they have no sound;
Worthless pearls are dropped from eyes to the ground.
Voiceless volcanoes of hearts burst calmly,
They solace the wounds of soul so balmly.
They fall in the sea of human sorrow,
And strengthen humanity's bones' marrow.
From the base of loss dreadful, they spring
And soul's ditty of pathetic grief they sing.
Tears are treasures of soul's wealth, I say
But only wise persons to them heed pay.
They furnish our thoughts and remove all scum
Man gets rid of all types of doubtful sum.
They make the Master take pity on us
Who from anger resorts towards kind bliss.
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