O moon-faced beauty, do not turn your lovely face away from me.
What fault do you see in me to make killing me seem just?

Last night in my dream, you came into my embrace,
Yet I doubt I shall ever see such a sight except in slumber.

From a burning heart and tearful eyes,
Half of me burns in fire, and half drowns in water.

Whoever comes through the door, I think it’s you,
Like a thirsty wanderer mistaking a mirage for water.

Your arrows aim at the hearts of the poor,
Your nails stained with the blood of the destitute.

You speak and captivate hearts,
Sprinkling salt while the people burn like roasting meat.

It’s a pity to cover such a body with a shirt,
It’s unjust to veil such a face with a covering.

Touch the scent of roses in your garments
By brushing your cheek against my collar.

A beauty holding a candle in hand is a calamity,
Drowsy from sleep and intoxicated with wine.

From dawn till dusk, do not hide your face,
Lest you eclipse the beauty of the sun itself.

Saadi, if you wish to rest in their arms like a lyre,
You must bear the strokes upon you, like a rebab.