My weeping is driving me out of your gathering, and alas, I have no control over my tears.

Imagine being in the company of the one you adore, wanting nothing more than to linger near them, only for your own grief to betray you. The tears arrive unbidden and shatter the quiet decorum of the beloved's gathering, ultimately causing your exile. The heart of the tragedy lies not just in being forced to leave, but in that profound helplessness of having no control over your own weeping.