Days of union with the friends gone by, remembered,
Still remembered be their season, ay, remembered!

For grief's bitter is my palate grown like poison:
Be the winebibbers' carousal-cry remembered!

Though the loved ones no remembrance of me cherish,
Be they thousandfold of me, for by, remembered!

Though in severance's bonds to-day I'm tangled,
Be their kindness past, until I die, remembered!

Be the Zindehroud of garden-haunters ever,
Though an hundred rivers flood mine eye, remembered!

Though I lack of salve for sorrow, be the solace,
That those care-dispellers did apply, remembered!

Though to-day in none faith bideth, be the faithful
And the loved ones of the days gone by remembered!

Hafiz' secret, now they're gone, untold abideth;
Be those secret-keepers still, say I, remembered!