Desiring you and yet being patient, has gone beyond limits, my dear,
If you hold patience, I no longer have the strength to endure.

At least, cast a compassionate glance upon my state,
For even a beggar finds relief from the king's banquet.

When a king takes anger on the servants in his court,
Though his order reaches, yet there are bounds to cruelty.

Life without you is not what I would ever desire,
For there’s no solace in an existence devoid of friends.

If I, in thirst, surrender my soul, what use would it bring?
Tears falling on my grave won’t quench the grass in my dust.

The state of need cannot be expressed in mere words—
When you return, then I’ll recount to you all that befell.

Return, and in service, take this sweet life from me,
What else has a poor, humble soul like me to give?

O Lord, give my beloved respite and health, I pray,
So they may see, once more, the face of a friend.

Neither royal power nor the piety of a saint,
Matters in the eyes of those with beauty, dear brother.

If only the veil were lifted from Layla’s face,
So that no rival would remain to challenge Majnun's love.

Saadi, the pen has carved a harsh fate yet favored fortune—
Thus, whatever may come, bow down and accept the decree.