The separation between us has exceeded all bounds, O friend.
Come back, come back, for I am your servant, O friend.
If the whole world turns against me for your sake,
I will welcome the sword of death but never let you go, O friend.
My head is ready to face the blame of critics—what fear should I have,
Even if enemies speak ill of me behind my back, O friend?
Your graceful walk could ruin the world with its charm,
And if you thirst for the blood of the wounded, I am here, O friend.
So deeply marked am I by the pain of your love,
That even if death comes, by my faith they would seek your blood price, O friend.
Keep your promise of loyalty and leave cruelty behind,
For I swear I am not one of those disloyal companions, O friend.
Even if you return a thousand years after my death,
From the dust I would cry out in joy, “Welcome back, O friend!”
Your sorrow raised its hand and spilled the blood of my eyes,
Do not make me raise my hands in prayer against you, O friend.
If you came to drink my blood, then rise and do so;
If you came to steal my heart, then come closer, O friend.
Be gentle with me, your weak and ailing lover,
Show mercy on this destitute and poor soul, O friend.
If you do not hear Saadi’s words, what can he do?
For he cannot share his heart’s tale with your enemies, O friend.