I have no heart left that is not a ball for the curve of your mallet,
And no enemy can flee the arena where your dominance prevails.

Since the day your disheveled locks entered the gathering,
No assembly remains that is not captivated by your disorder.

I am lost in you and the countless qualities you possess,
And amazed at anyone with sight who is not bewildered by you.

What flaw exists in the beauty of your visage,
And what magic is there that your enchanting glances do not hold?

One cannot call the water of life eternal if it exists,
Yet is not found in the dimple of your chin.

You are a sign of mercy sent from God to His creation,
And there is no token of grace that is absent from your being.

If you have patience for me and the ability to part,
By your union, I swear I cannot endure separation from you.

Why do you lament the thorn that pricks my foot?
Why do you concern yourself with the pain that torments my soul?

I suffer from the longing to see you—a pain so deep
That even physicians are helpless to find a cure for me.

Oh ultimate goal of my desires, where have you vanished?
For no boundary in this desert seems to mark your presence.

If you cast me away, what can your servant do but obey?
And if you call me, it is no wonder, for your kindness is boundless.

Will Saadi ever escape the bonds of your captivity? Never!
Indeed, it is a loss for anyone who is not imprisoned by you.