Tonight, truly, our night shines as bright as day,
The festival of union with the beloved defies all foes on its way.
Is it the breeze of paradise, the scent of a garden fair,
The fragrance of your lips, or the musk of labdanum in the air?
Nothing in this world is dearer than your grace,
Neither my eyes in my head nor my soul in its place.
I bow to serve you, lend my ear to your decree,
For my heart hovers in devotion to your word and majesty.
O king, do not withhold your shadow from the humble and poor,
For even the gleaner thrives where the harvest is secure.
Far from you, the world feels narrow and confined,
To the narrow-hearted, the vast world is a needle’s eye defined.
The lover cannot flee, for the hand of longing binds,
Wherever they go, your garment’s hem entwines.
Shirin does not leave her home without a rival near,
Sugar knows it needs a fan to keep the flies clear.
The rival’s torment and the scorn of others weigh not on me,
Their taunts are as hollow as a drum in the village spree.
Even the king’s falcons envy this hunt’s delight,
For the royal falcon—Saadi’s heart—finds its perch in your sight.
How long can a tender heart conceal the tale of love?
Whatever you cover with glass remains clear to see above.