My beloved entered through my door, intoxicated,
Lips smiling like a budding flower, elated.

When I saw that radiant, painted face,
I doubted myself—was it truly their grace?

Paradise opened its gates wide in cheer,
For the scent of their presence made the soul’s air clear.

I rushed forward, head bowed in haste,
Fell at their feet, pleading, "O beloved, stay chaste!"

"You’ve abandoned me entirely," I exclaimed in pain,
"Do not say such things—it’s cruel and profane."

For me, whose heart burns like a single candle’s flame,
The cloak of sorrow is tenfold, all the same.

With a playful glance, their eyes seemed to say,
"What wild gazelle hides in my narcissus today?"

I replied, "Your beauty is unmatched and rare,
But your unkindness and coldness are hard to bear."

Hear, at least once, Saadi’s heartfelt plea,
Though the whole world prays for your favor, endlessly.