On the day of union, there is no promise of meeting, Ghazal 124 by Saadi

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On the day of union, there is no promise of meeting, Ghazal 124 by Saadi

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This ghazal by Saadi Shirazi explores the anguish of separation, the futility of unattainable desires, and the inevitability of unfulfilled longing. Saadi reflects on the bittersweet nature of love, where the joy of union is elusive, and the pain of separation is all-consuming. He acknowledges the helplessness of the lover, whose only solace is the symbolic act of tearing garments in grief. The poet portrays love as a sovereign force, indifferent to the suffering it causes. The ghazal concludes with a poignant metaphor: the beloved is like a silver apple in a spiritual orchard—beautiful to behold but forever out of reach, a reminder of the limits of human aspiration.

English Translation for Ghazal

On the day of union, there is no promise of meeting,
And in the night of separation, there is no chance of rest.

I can endure the pain of being sacrificed,
But from my beloved, there is no severing ties.

The minstrel is exasperated by me,
For I lack the strength to hear their songs.

When the helpless hand cannot reach its desire,
The only solution is to tear the garment in grief.

We are the poor and fallen ones,
There is no need to spread traps for us.

You already have the blood of lovers on your hands,
There is no need to draw the sword again.

I have fallen for a sovereign master,
Who has no care to nurture the servant's soul.

I said, "O spiritual orchard,
Seeing the fruit is not like tasting it."

The orchard replied, "Saadi, do not dream in vain,
The silver apple is not meant for plucking."

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