I happened to find myself on the street of someone,
A street where many like me have been slain.
Carry the news of me to the birds of the meadow,
For one who sang like you has now fallen into a cage.
O morning breeze, tell the beloved:
Our affair is like dawn, fleeting and tied to a single breath.
What can one with shackled feet do but endure?
It is like honey into which a fly has fallen.
No one faults us for playing the game of desire,
Except those who themselves have been trapped by passion.
Saadi, the state of a scattered ball is known only to one
Who has been struck by the mallet of someone their whole life.