Is that you, or a garden cypress swaying as it walks,
Or an angel in human form speaking as it talks?

That fairy who was hidden from people for so long,
I see again, appearing in the world, where they belong.

Is it burning aloes, or blossoms in the field?
Friends, or a caravan of musk with scent revealed?

Since my eyes became familiar with their radiant face,
Everything I see appears like walls in their place.

Camel driver, cast a glance at that lovely sight,
If they grant life, here I am, a buyer tonight.

No longer will I stay home, trapped in sorrow and despair,
Especially now you’ve said the rose is in the market square.

If you deny that creation shows beauty in its art,
Then I say the eyes were made for this purpose from the start.

Oh, if I could again see the face of my dear one,
You’d see a dead man returned to life, this world spun.

What I endure, captive to you, O comfort of my soul,
I’ll only share with one who’s also bound in love’s control.

Who is this moaning among the free-hearted in their space?
They wail because of many wounds they face.

Don’t think that after your sleepy eyes have turned away,
Sleep has ever touched my wakeful eyes, night or day.

Saadi, if you have ambition, don’t lament love’s pain,
For as long as the world has been, lovers have endured this strain.