We lie awake all night,
O sleeper of this age, take heed!
In the desert, the thirsty have perished,
While water flows from Hilla to Kufa.
O firm-bowed yet fickle-hearted one,
Is this the loyalty of companions?
Thorns lie beneath my side,
Without you, my bed of sable fur feels coarse.
The lovers’ eyes are fixed upon your face,
As the devout gaze upon their prayer niche.
I surrendered myself to the decree of love,
And in my old age, I entered the school of its discipline.
Poison offered from the hands of the delicate ones
Flows in the throat like sweet syrup.
The madman of the beautiful’s alley
Feels no pain from the gatekeeper’s scorn.
Saadi cannot be killed by any means,
Except through separation from the beloved.