In eyes had been antimony; agony's tears,
He washed that away.
Who pained the mind, pray do tell;
Why to cry did He make?
Where He dwells, please do say–
Yourself He impairs.
Hence the eyes, they cascade;
Heard He not that mental tale.
That Beloved, is He so much ruthless–
Yourself He has left afflicted.
Why He smiles sweetly then,
If He did not understand heart's pain?
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