If I don’t weep for your children
How can I weep for my own?
My heart is no greater than yours,
It is not more tender, more loving.
If I do not know your pain
How can I cry for myself?
If I do not recognise your love
How can I know my own?
My love is no brighter than yours,
The bird of my love flies no higher,
The well of my love is no deeper,
The child of my love is not more precious.