Oh, what a friend you are, with such a cypress-like stature,
A gift from God, a blessing beyond all measure.
Whoever has spent a moment with you in their life,
Will desire nothing else, free from any strife.
Whoever discerns your will, and yet breathes again,
Does so not out of wisdom, but folly plain.
He is not a lover whose heart sways by the hour,
Nor a mystic, if his thoughts roam wherever they flower.
Leave me to my solitude, lost in thoughts of you,
For in your company, no solitude is true.
Patience with you cannot come by choice or decree,
If patience exists, it is only from necessity.
To behold your face each morning is a new spring day,
But each night of separation is a dark Yalda, I’d say.
Oh God, grant freedom to all who are bound,
Save for the one in the beauty of your snare found.
See the wise one, who is now love’s fool to see,
The heart of the sage has lost its mastery.
But Saadi's misstep can be excused, so they say,
For many have stumbled along love’s rugged way.