The morning laughs while I weep from the sorrow of my beloved.
O dawn breeze, do you bring any news of my beloved’s arrival?
I cry for myself as I see your laughter,
For how can you smile, unaware of the beloved's radiant lips?
O morning breeze, tell my sweet beloved this:
That I know no one else who is a confidant to the beloved but you.
Tell my beloved not to reduce their kindness for others' sake,
For the enemy rejoices when you diminish your love for the loyal.
You, who cast a glance of favor upon the side of the rival,
It is better to not neglect the honor of your devoted beloved.
I am not what the enemy claims; you know this well,
For the enemy's heart has no knowledge of the beloved's realm.
No, no, O breeze, do not convey the plight of my broken heart,
Lest a shadow of sorrow falls upon my beloved’s radiant soul.
Everyone is preoccupied with their own sorrow,
But Saadi's heart is consumed with concern for the beloved’s grief.