Is this the breeze of spring from the garden fair,
Or the fragrance of union with friends so rare?

This line of beauty steals my heart away,
As if the beloved’s charm is on display.

O bird, ensnared by the trap of desire,
Return, for the time to nest has transpired.

By night, the candle and I together burn,
And thus, my hidden anguish you discern.

My ears all day long await your call,
My gaze fixed upon your threshold's hall.

When the muezzin’s voice reaches my ear,
I think it’s the caravan's arrival near.

Despite all the enmity you have shown,
Return, for my love for you remains alone.

The mighty arms of your love's embrace,
Have rendered patience a powerless grace.

The estrangement of close and cherished friends,
Is like the soul and body’s parting end.

The cries of Saadi, in sorrow so deep,
Bear the mark of love's vow he keeps.

His pen’s ink turns to flames as it flows,
Each drop of ink now a smoke cloud shows.