The morning is blessed when the beloved’s beauty graces my sight,
A gift from the tree of hope, the promise of the beloved’s light.
Fortune smiled upon me, for I rose from slumber at dawn,
Awakened by the radiant and auspicious fortune of the beloved drawn.
O sorrow of this world and the next, leave my heart and flee,
This home is either for your burden or the beloved’s company.
I long to uproot all ties with others, far and wide,
And plant nothing in my heart’s garden but the beloved’s sapling with pride.
They came, bestowed their grace, and departed—I do not know,
Was this truly the beloved before me, or their dream’s glow?
Reason and sense fled, leaving me speechless and still,
Blessed is the one who is lost in the beloved’s perfection and will.
Saadi, there is no veil—keep your mirror of the heart pristine and bright,
For tarnished glass cannot reflect the beloved’s radiant light.