Who is there whose heart does not dream of a bond with you?
Or who, seeing you, is not enraptured by your view?
It is not lawful for just anyone to behold your face,
For it is forbidden to those whose gaze is not pure, whose heart lacks grace.
Not everyone feels this joy that I alone do,
For what I perceive in you is hidden from the eyes of others too.
Every night has its dawn, and every day must wane,
But the night of union with my beloved knows no end to its reign.
Whoever dallies with the glances of beauty’s charm,
Is weak of heart if they endure cruelty without alarm.
Whoever sees your henna-stained hand will exclaim,
"If one dies by this hand, it is no wonder, nor a shame."
Look at me, though I am but a single strand of hair,
Yet not a single fiber of my being forgets you or fails to care.
All know that the lovesick heart is cured by patience alone,
But what is one to do when patience cannot be shown?
I wished to share my heart’s sorrow with you for a while,
But how can I speak when my heart is not present to compile?
If I fall from the favor of all people, it’s no great loss,
But do not think, even for a moment, that I lack your support or am at a cross.
Saadi’s attention turns from the world, focused on you alone,
His devotion unwavering, his heart fully your own.