Classic Poem

What though grief or joy increase;
As they quicken, so they cease:
Their constitution can never be found —
Of many kinds are Fortune's changes.
Such as never entered the mind.
Many such events will happen to you.
In separation it is the thought of my mistress,
Which ever is around my heart.
Whatever passes from the view
At length will from the mind be rased:
He who praises now Khush-hal
Perchance in time will be like him.