The cypress of the garden bows before your grace,
Even the sun’s brilliance dims against your face.
The celestial candle, with a thousand starry flames,
Retires in humility where your presence reigns.
People renounce sin in Sha’ban’s blessed light,
Yet in Ramadan, your eyes remain intoxicated and bright.
Such strength and valor, lion-hearted and bold,
Yet no one escapes your snare’s hold.
One of your lovers lies slain by your blade,
Another wounded, pierced by the arrows you’ve made.
The tale of Majnun is carried by the heart’s eye,
Yet none can see whose soul love denies.
To grasp the hem of the beloved’s attire,
Ask those who have choice amidst their desire.
Whoever lacks attachment to a spirit like you,
Is a beast enslaved by desires untrue.
The one who denies Saadi’s taste for love’s delight,
Holds sugarcane bitter as poison in their bite.