فراغتی و کتابی و گوشه‌ی چمنی - Hafez

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.

The tide of my love has risen so high let me flood over you.

"Son yatacağı yer bir iki avuç topraktan ibaret olan kişiye de ki: Sarayını, çardağını göklere kadar yükseltmeye ne hacet var?" Hafız-ı Şirazî