What use is wisdom’s book to a carefree soul?
A restless heart cannot bear sermons or control.
If you command water and fire to unite,
Still, love and patience will not fuse despite the might.
A purpose of the eyes is to behold the beloved;
If they don’t see, then what’s the value of sight?
Why should lovers fear blame from friend or foe?
They only worry for the beloved or the shame love bestows.
All know I cherish the tender line of the face,
Unlike others, who love the plain fields or space.
I surrendered both heart and patience long ago,
When I became bound to that captivating soul.
Leave the cypress, with its stately grace and form;
Behold instead the elegance of a lover’s charm.
Turn me away, I’ll return—cast me off, I’ll reappear;
Like a fly drawn to a sweet, I cannot steer.
No one could add more to my praise or your beauty,
For speech and loveliness have reached their utmost duty.
Tonight, Saadi, the morning drum has not sounded,
As if day will not dawn on this night unbounded.