I would not exchange the night of separation for a silk brocade,
For the night is long, the resting place of the lonely one.
The wise understand the madness of the lover who is losing you,
For there is no hope left for the impatient one.
If you were to see her and let go of the orange,
It would be right to blame Zuleikha.
Such a young person like you, wearing a veil,
Or else the heart of the old and steady will be lost.
You are that flowering tree whose moderate stature
Has surpassed the price of the tall cypress.
I will no longer disagree with whatever you say,
For without you, life is impossible for us.
I have kept my two eyes open all night,
Like the Big Dipper, I gaze at the Pleiades.
What a wonderful night it would be, with a candle and a gathering,
To look at your face, to the blindness of our enemies.
Whom should I complain to before you? For in the religion of love,
Lovers are forgiven for premeditated murder.
You capture the heart of a city with a single glance,
Just as the servants of Bani Saad plundered the spoils.
With such a beauty as yours, you can inflict a thousand cruelties
on someone like Saadi, But please, my beloved, don't.