4. Tears

O clever tears
Of my eyes,
Stop descending.

O secret tears
Of my heart,
Start ascending.
God is awaiting your great arrival.

O sacred tears
Of my soul,
I love you;
I love you only.

Not because you have the world-treasure,
Not because you are the world-treasure,
But because you have chosen me
As your very own.
Sri Chinmoy, The Golden Boat, part 2, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York., 1974