To see the flaws of friends and companions is a virtue,
But the words of enemies hold no credibility.

The seal of love will never leave our hearts,
O brother, for its mark is carved in stone.

What can one say about the delicacy of the beloved?
Whatever I say, it is more refined than that.

The one who is the aim of our eyes and hearts,
I cannot say if they are the sun or the moon.

Let everyone speak of their own state,
O brother, for our state is unlike any other.

You who spent the whole night asleep,
What can you know of the nightingale’s dawn song?

A person without the soul of meaning
Is, in truth, a fruitless tree.

We, the scattered ones, are united,
Our beloved is absent, yet ever in sight.

A fresh leaf can dry in an instant,
Yet the leaves of our eyes are forever moist.

My sweet life is sacrificed for the company of the beloved,
Though I am ashamed that this is too little an offering.

Even this much is far beneath their worth,
But within the limits of our ability, it is all we can give.

One cannot conceal themselves with a veil,
O brother, for love tears every veil apart.

Saadi, though he has found the closeness of the beloved's court,
Remains bewildered and unaware in its presence.

We have bowed our heads in submission,
Awaiting what decree our Lord may deliver.