There was a pure-hearted, pure-faced youth

Who, with a pure face, was in the circle

I read that in the great sea

They fell into a whirlpool together

When the sailor came to take his hand

Lest he should die in that state

He said amidst the waves and turmoil

Leave me and take the hand of my companion

At these words, the world turned against him

They heard him giving his life and saying

The tale of love, from that idle one, do not drink

Who in hardship forgets his companion

Thus did the companions of life

Listen to the fallen one, so you may know

That Saadi knows the way and manner of love

As well as he knows the Arabic of Baghdad

The beloved you have, bind your heart to her

And close your eyes to the rest of the world

If Majnun were alive for Laila

He would not have written the tale of love from this book