He who shall never be divided from me kissed my mouth all trembling.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

Honor is the greatest poet.

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