I understand myself that weeping yields no benefit, but what else can I do when it gives me a little comfort anyway.

Here, the poet captures the tender tug-of-war between a rational mind and an aching heart. Logically, we know that tears cannot undo pain or solve problems, yet sorrow does not operate on reason. Weeping becomes a quiet, instinctual release—a small mercy that unburdens the soul just enough to make the grief bearable.