For one who cannot endure patience and contentment,
Let them bind themselves to service and devotion’s commitment.

When you’ve found a friend, why fear a bloodthirsty foe?
Let them sound the trumpet of blame, let scandal bestow.

Even if the beloved commits all manner of injustice,
Suffering for the beloved is better than pleading for kindness.

From all that you say, I’ll endure and be satisfied,
But to endure separation from you? That cannot be tried.

If a painting of your face were sold in the market,
The artist would shut his workshop in silent regret.

Life rests upon my palm to catch a glimpse of your face,
Yet shame doesn’t restrain it from the disgrace of its place.

Seize the moment to sit with a friend while you can,
For once it’s gone, no lasso will return time’s span.

It’s unjust for me, worn and broken, to love as a moth,
While you shine as the candle for the company of all.

But what can one do when strength is of no avail,
Against time’s revolutions, courage will fail.

My heart has bled for your longing; my soul burned in your quest,
And yet, Saadi remains ashamed of his lack of wealth at best.