The night is for your comfort, and the day

The bright moon and the world-illuminating sun

The sky, like a servant, spreads the spring for you

Spreads the carpet of spring

If there is wind and snow, and rain and fog

Or if the thunder strikes the sword-like lightning

All the agents are obedient

That they may nurture your seed in the soil

If you remain thirsty, do not seek from hardship

For the water-carrier of the cloud will bring you water on his shoulder

From the soil come color and fragrance and food

A sight for the eyes and delight for the brain and palate

He gave you honey from the bee and me from the air

He gave you dates from the palm and the palm from a seed

All the palm-gardeners bite their hands in amazement

In wonder that no one has ever tied such a palm!

The sun and the moon and the Pleiades are for you

The chandeliers of the ceiling of your abode

He brings you roses from thorns and musk from navel

Gold from the mine and fresh leaves from dry wood

He inscribed your eyes and brows with his own hand

So that you cannot trust strangers

The mighty one who raised the precious one

Has nurtured him with such colorful blessings

To the soul, he said, 'Breath after breath

For his thanks, is not just the work of the tongue

Oh God, my heart has become blood and my eyes sore

For I see your bounties are beyond words

I do not speak of beasts and birds and ants and fish

For the hosts of angels in the heights of heaven

Still, they have said little thanks to you

Out of thousands, one has been said

O Saadi, go and wash your hands and book

Do not strive for a path that has no end