Blessed is the place where my beloved’s resting ground lies,
The comfort of the soul and the cure for the heart's cries.
Here, I am but a lifeless form, no more,
For my heart resides where that precious one lives, adored.
My body is weak here, while my heart steadfastly dwells there,
The heavens are here, but its brightest star shines elsewhere.
O gentle morning breeze, if you carry a scent so sweet,
Pass by Shiraz, for that is where my beloved I seek.
To whom shall I share the grief of my heart’s despair?
I will go to the one who keeps my secrets with care.
My heart turns not to the beauty of the garden’s view,
For my true delight is where my beloved resides, true.
Saadi, why linger in this desolate abode of the lost?
Pack your belongings; the dwelling of the free is where you belong most.