No beloved compares to my Turk in charm and grace,
And no curls match her hair’s twists, like a ring of lace.
Though her mouth is hidden except when she speaks,
If you look closely, it is as boundless as my heart seeks.
With the blade of her bloodthirsty glance, she strikes armies down;
Strike on! For in her fight, no man of war can be found.
Once, the robe of union fell into my grasp, strong and tight,
But alas, fortune is not won by forceful might.
It’s no wonder she shows no kindness to another,
For one like Saadi is forever her devoted lover.