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This ghazal can be found in the selected ghazals of Fayyaz, available through the Chakameh website, prepared by the Computer Research Center of the Isfahan Seminary. A crowd that has forgotten remembrance has forgotten the true wealth of existence. These false ones have erased me from their minds; look how quickly they have even forgotten themselves. I have no complaint against anyone but my dark luck; they have forgotten the fire and blamed the smoke. My robe of well being was never finished; if they gave the warp, they forgot the weft. Blessed be the joy of those who have sunk into the earth, for this gray dome of sky has forgotten them. Such heedlessness has gripped the people of awareness that they have forgotten the pleasure of true seeing. Lovers rest peacefully in the arms of the blade; they have forgotten any thought of the envious. So lost are the lovers in the sweetness of the wound that they have forgotten the helmet on their heads. They never even soothe me with a wrong; these would be generous men have forgotten generosity itself. Amid my bitter cries, the masters of revelry have forgotten the songs of the lute. I myself will not say whether loyalty existed or not; whether it did or did not, they have forgotten it. Fayyaz, your distress leads nowhere; what use is this struggling? They have forgotten.