O friend, the paradise of life is in the company of kindred companions,
But the sight of an unfit beloved feels like torment in hell's mansions.

Whenever you share a moment with a cherished one,
Savor it, for it is the true fruit of life's fleeting span.

Not everyone with eyes, ears, and a mouth is truly human—
Many demons wear the form of Adam's offspring in illusion.

True humanity is marked by inner beauty or outer grace;
All else is mere excess, a burden upon this earthly space.

Never have I envied or lamented but for one thing—
The intertwined faces of a perfect companion, joy they bring.

Those who do not wander the meadows in spring's embrace,
Are forever denied the season’s delightful fragrance and grace.

And the stone-hearted who avert their gaze from beauty's face,
Waste no advice on them; their ignorance is firmly in place.

There is no peace to be found in all the world, by any measure,
Unless it is near a companion who understands, life’s greatest treasure.

If fresh wounds bleed in the hearts of those in love,
The sight of their friends becomes the healing balm they dream of.

The world is delightful, wealth is dear, and the body is noble,
Yet above all else, a true companion is the ultimate marvel.

The miser who hoards wealth lives miserably year by year,
While Saadi, blessed by a friend’s face, finds joy every day, sincere.