Perhaps the morning breeze carries the scent of my beloved's hair,
For it soothes the restless heart that my sorrows bear.
My fortune's eyes would never close in slumber,
If I saw my beloved in a dream, resting beside me in wonder.
Even if I clearly see that they aim to take my life,
I would not withhold my heart; such hesitation is not my strife.
Though my precious life may not suit their desire,
It remains within my reach to give, should they require.
This devotion is not of my choosing or design,
For the beloved's pleasure always surpasses what’s mine.
Even if a thousand griefs from their cruelty weigh upon me,
I remain their servant, for they are my solace eternally.
In the privacy of my heart, no stranger has a place,
Leave now, for anyone who’s not my beloved is my burden to face.
My heart cares not for gardens or fields of bloom,
For the memory of my beloved is my rose garden’s perfume.
O oppressor, you burned Saadi's heart in pursuit of you,
But your heart didn’t ache for the one who places hope in you.
If your wish is to leave me unfulfilled, so be it—
For whatever you desire aligns with my own spirit.