Who gave such a firm bow to that tender arm?
The arrows of your glances fully captivate the deer’s heart.

A thousand hearts willingly fall before your arrows,
With the beauty you hold, in the arc of your brows.

You need no armor, no shield for defense,
For in battle, even your hair could serve as chainmail.

Both the realms of India and the lands of the Turks surrender
When they see your Turkish gaze and your Indian curls.

The magi who worship idols haven’t seen
Beauties with idol-like faces such as yours.

Do not use the siege catapult on a garden’s fortress;
Instead, raise the rope of your hair to its palace roof.

I who lived my whole life in seclusion like the rare phoenix,
Have been captured by you, as a partridge by a falcon.

When I saw your lips, my ruby lost its worth,
And when you spoke, pearls lost their value.

The radiance of your face shatters the trade of the moon and sun,
Just as Moses’ miracle destroyed the sorcerers’ spells.

One cannot find treasure through idle struggle;
Good fortune, not brute strength, grants virtue.

Saadi’s heart is given to the beauty who, for love,
Can endure both the fine and the coarse in another.