Without you, retreating into solitude is forbidden;
What a pity to close the door on such a face, unbidden.
When fortune's hem falls into one's grasp,
If let go, it may never again be clasped.
What gaze was this, that spilled my blood so?
What charm was this, that deepened my woe?
Whoever fell to your arrow did not rise;
Whoever entered your snare made no tries.
We are utterly bound by you alone—
Like the bird ensnared, or the fish on the stone.
Patience took a blow and fled the scene;
Reason saw calamity and withdrew, unseen.
I can bear the weight of disgrace, if pressed,
But cannot break the pact of love I confessed.
Even this flicker of life within me pales,
Before your being, it hardly prevails.
Should one ever grasp the truth of your essence,
They'd not bow to idols in misguided reverence.
One who’s drunk on love, like Saadi here,
Desires no wine, however pure or clear.