My beloved is one whom God’s grace always accompanies,
Injustice and justice, rejection and acceptance, all are at their decree.

The sea of love truly has no shore,
But for those who know truth, its shore lies with them evermore.

In the time of Layla, there were not so many Majnoons,
This chaos has arisen only in the era of my beloved’s boons.

In this season of spring, no heart remains undisturbed,
Except that it’s in love with the rose and wounded by its thorn, perturbed.

Do you know which soil I envy most of all?
The blessed earth beneath their feet where they walk, proud and tall.

Do not believe that their beauty takes away my reason,
What takes my reason is the One who paints their form, season after season.

While others admire the beauty they see with their eyes,
I gaze upon the power of their Creator who lies beyond the skies.

It is enough for me to die at their threshold’s place,
So that I may be known as the one who served with grace.

In hardship, rejection, poverty, and despair,
If one cannot endure, then love is not theirs to bear.

Saadi, seek your beloved’s pleasure, not your own gain,
For the servant follows the will of their master’s reign.