If you are indifferent to the state of your friends, my beloved,
Then freedom from thinking about you is impossible for us.
Seeing your face in the mirror of your own beauty,
Will reveal to you the state of the impatient lover.
Come, for it is springtime, so that you and I can be together,
And leave the gardens and fields to others.
Instead of a tall cypress standing by the stream,
Why don't you look at your beloved, the cypress of the heights?
The image composed of the descriptions of your beauty,
Leaves the eloquent tongue speechless.
Who has said that a mistake can be made in looking at a beautiful face?
The mistake is in not seeing a beautiful face.
For a friend, even if the poison comes from your hand,
I would drink it with such devotion as if it were sweet.
Let no one blame Wamiq for his foolishness,
My beloved, who has not seen the face of Azra.
I have hidden my fire, but you do not know,
You do not look at the visible water of my eyes.
Did I not tell you, O Saadi, that your heart will be plundered?
When you give your heart to lovers, they plunder it.
Despite all my pain, I still have hope for a cure,
For there is an end, after all, to the longest winter night.