My tears flow because of no fleshly anguish: I pardon my enemies.

My blood flows from my body, my tears from my soul.

They flow to wash out my shame.

I have to expiate my soul's shame by my body's shame.

Oh! how shall I tell you what it is to walk among my children unknown of them, though each day I bear the sun abroad like my beating heart; each night the moon, like a heart with no blood in it.