We’ve never witnessed such turmoil arise,
When you stepped out and adorned the marketplace with your guise.
Unimaginable how charming and sweet you appear,
Indescribable how delightful and beautiful, my dear.
Patience, heart, faith, strength, and peace depart,
It’s clear from the wounds that your arms are powerful art.
For the sake of God, do not hide your face from all,
Let men and women admire His creation’s call.
A gaze that beholds you and denies divine might,
If left undazed, cannot claim proper sight.
What use is the world, or even Paradise above?
No request could surpass the blessing of your love.
My cries from your torment are no shame,
This pain, I’m sure, is not only my claim.
What choice do we have but to endure your cruelty?
For resistance to your power is beyond our ability.
Patience before your face is not patience—it’s poison,
And from your hand, poison tastes sweet, like ambrosian.
Those lips, teeth, and mouth you so proudly own,
Are pleasures, but for whom are they shown?
Even if you spill my blood and that of the world entire,
We’d admit the fault is ours, not that you conspire.
Saadi cannot but submit to your reign,
Whether he bows or not, your hand holds the chain.