I wish you would veil your moon-like face,
So none might see it on every rooftop or in every place.
It’s not the fault of strangers; even you yourself would lose your heart,
If in the mirror, your reflection were to start.
It’s laughable to speak sweetly in your presence,
For when you smile, even sweet water would flee from your essence.
I dare not let out a sigh of longing at dawn,
Lest it disturbs the slumber of your radiant morn.
No ornament could ever add to your beauty’s grace,
No hand of adornment could refine your flawless face.
I’ve often told you not to show this visage to all,
Lest unworthy eyes upon your splendor should fall.
Again, I’ll say: this beauty, this essence that you own,
Only a discerning heart can truly be shown.
I’d face a hundred enemies for your sake without regret,
If I could find just one friend to bring me your tidings yet.
I would not mind losing my head for you, my dear,
If only to see a stray lock fall from your hair.
The sorrow isn’t that Saadi sits upon the earth,
But that he wouldn’t trouble your path with his worth.