If you knew the end of your story, nothing on any page — not one of your dramas, could bother you as much. - Hafez

What does life give me in the end but sorrow?
What do love's good and evil send but sorrow?
I've only seen one true companion - pain,
And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow.

Forget not when dear friend to friend returned,
Forget not days gone by, forget them not!
My mouth has tasted bitterness, and learned
To drink the envenomed cup of mortal lot;
Forget not when a sweeter draught was mine,
Loud rose the songs of them that drank that wine — Forget them not!

Forget not loyal lovers long since dead,
Though faith and loyalty should be forgot.

That word inspired has always seemed a step up, if you will, for it in part means “breathed into by the divine.