With wisdom, virtue, and piety, such goodness resides,
Never have I seen a form holding so many sides.

If they dream of a companion, none compares to you,
If they seek a friend in love, no friend is as true.

I’d kiss the dust beneath their feet—let the river take me away,
For lovers’ honor flows toward their beloved, like water in a bay.

Their gaze is enchanting, their words a pure delight,
Their eyebrows and eyes captivate, their manner is light.

When I regain my senses, then I’ll speak of their grace,
But how can I describe in this field where I’m lost in chase?

Friends may chide me for tearing my garment in despair,
But my unfaithful beloved tears my soul—it’s beyond repair.

Green-painted earth, petals scattered by the breeze,
Sweet water, pearl-raining clouds, air scented with musk to please.

Arrows rain upon the mystic; he’s lost in a lover’s sight,
The rival engages in talk, while the lover seeks the light.

Whoever chooses the corner of peace, let them be,
For such a restless soul has found a treasure key.

If you give your eyes to a friend, don’t lend your ears to a foe,
In Saadi’s view, love and good repute are stone and clay to throw.