Do not think sweet words from honeyed lips
Will bring joy without bitter sips.
Separation arises among dear friends,
As gains and losses come in trades to their ends.
When you see one slain by a beloved's charm,
Bring glad tidings to others, calm their alarm.
I know none in your era of beauty's reign
Who loves with sighted heart — all are blind in vain.
That corner of your alluring glance,
Seems to beckon me to death’s dance.
If that sweetness falls to a dervish’s hand,
Piety may falter at the plunder’s demand.
I marvel at the hearts of those in love’s glow,
How their garments remain unburnt by the fire they know.
The beauty of the beloved casts such a shadow,
That Saadi is lost, diminished, in awe’s meadow.