Yes, The First Morning Of Creation Wrote

I Hide My Grief, Just Like The Blessed Birds Hide Themselves When They Are Preparing To Die, My Love.

If I Don't Enjoy Myself Now, When Shall I?

The Unbeliever Knows His Koran Best.

By Fate Full Many A Heart Has Been Undone, And Many A Sprightly Rose Made Woe-begone; Plume Thee Not On Thy Lusty Youth And Strength: Full Many A Bud Is Blasted Ere Its Bloom.

The Value Of Three Things Is Justly Appreciated By All Classes Of Men: Youth, By The Old; Health, By The Diseased; And Wealth, By The Needy.