Poem Four by Hafez.

And in your joy, when tinkling bells
And

harps are there,
Include within your songs the sound
Of love's despair... remember this.

So all that you have hoped for is
Fulfilled at last?
All that we talked of long ago,
Deep in the past... remember this.

When love is faithful, and it seems
Nothing can hurt you,
Know that the world is faithless still
And will desert you... remember this

If Fortune's horse bolts under you,
Then call to mind
Your riding whip, and see your friends
Aren't left behind... remember this.

O you, who dwell in splendor now,
Glorious and proud,
Pity Hafez, your threshold's where
His face is bowed... remember this.