Do not ask me how my heart fares in their hands,
Ask them instead, for their fingers are stained with blood strands.
Why speak to the healthy of the wounded's plight?
What would they know of the agony hidden from sight?
In Leili’s radiant beauty, no gaze does she bestow,
But chases after the helpless Madman, her eternal shadow.
Each person’s mind holds the vision of someone dear,
But my thoughts dwell on one beyond all imagination, clear.
Blessed is the one whose door you choose to grace,
For dawn smiles upon them with your radiant face.
Such perfect form and harmonious grace you bear,
To abandon love for you would be a choice unfair.
If anyone renounces love under reproach's spell,
My devotion to you grows greater, deeper as well.
No, a king may proclaim, "Do not drink the wine,"
But your eyes and lips are drunk, intoxicatingly divine.
Since that day Saadi was parted from your side,
His tears have flowed like the Jeyhoon’s (Amu Darya’s) tide.