HEARKEN to the reed-flute how it complainsLamenting its banishment from its home:"Ever since they tore me from my osier bedMy plaintive notes have moved men and women to tears.I burst my breast striving to give vent to sighsAnd to express the pangs of my yearning for my home.He who abides far away from his homeIs ever longing for the day he shall return.My wailing is heard in every throngIn concert with them that rejoice and them that weep.Each interprets my notes in harmony with his own feelingsBut not one fathoms the secrets of my heart.My secrets are not alien from my plaintive notesYet they are not manifest to the sensual eye and ear.Body is not veiled from soul neither soul from bodyYet no man hath ever seen a soul."