If my moon would lift the veil from her face,
Even the sun’s brilliance would bow to her beauty.
It seems her two enchanting eyes, beguiling the devout,
Have cast a spell on mine, stealing away my sleep.
At first glance, I lost the reins of my reason,
And once reason departs, who can discern the right path?
I thought union might release me from love's hold,
Yet drinking water only intensifies the thirst of the parched.
It would be false to claim, if from her gentle hand,
One would not savor pure poison as if it were sweet nectar.
True love is humanity; if this passion does not reside within you,
Then you merely share with beasts in eating and sleeping.
Bring fire and burn the harvest of the free-hearted ones,
So no king will demand tribute from the desolate.
The crowd is intoxicated by wine yet deprived of true beauty,
While I am so drunk with her that I need no wine.
Saadi, did I not warn you to avoid the snare of love?
The glance of her eye has brought even mighty warriors to their knees.