I heard from the old men, sweet of speech

That there was an ancient sage in this city

Seen much by kings and time and command

He spent a life gaining knowledge of history's span

The old tree bore fresh fruit

Which made the city renowned for its beauty

Strange is the charm in that seductive chin

Which has never been upon an apple tree

From the jest and scratching of people’s hearts

He saw relief in the shaving of his head

To Musa, an old age with little hope

He turned his head as Musa's hand turned white

From the sharpness of his steel heart

He opened his tongue to the fault of the fairy-faced

From the hair that decreased his beauty

They placed his head in the belly with grief

Like a harp from shame, the head of the beauty

Fell down, and hair lay before him in defeat

One whose mind had gone astray

When his beloved's eyes were disturbed

Someone said, you have tried hardship and pain

Do not circle around the pursuit of vain desires

Turn from his love as the moth turns its back

For the shears will kill the candle of his beauty

A cry arose from a quick supporter

For the cowardly had made a weak vow

A son must be kind-hearted and beautiful-faced

The father says, throw his ignorance away like hair

My soul is intertwined with his love

Not my mind hung upon a strand of hair

If you have a good face, do not grieve

For if the hair falls, it will grow again

A rose does not always give a fresh cluster

Sometimes it sheds leaves, sometimes it gives more

Great men, like the sun, fall under a veil

Envious ones, like embers, fall into water

The sun comes out from under the cloud

Gradually, and embers die in the water

Fear not the darkness, O beloved friend

For within it may lie the beast's nightmare

Did not the world find peace after movement?

Did not Saadi travel until he found his goal?

Do not burn your heart with despair

For the night is pregnant, O brother, with the dawn