Someone said to a friend whom he had not seen for a long time: Where have you been? I have been longing for you.

He said: Longing is better than being bored.

You came late, O intoxicated beloved

We will not let go of your skirt easily.

A beloved whom they see very rarely

Is she less than one they see often enough to become satiated?

A beloved who comes with companions has come to be unkind; because she is not free from jealousy and opposition.

When you come to me in a company to visit me

Even if you come in peace, you are a warrior.

With one breath that the beloved mixes with strangers

It will not be long before jealousy kills my existence.

He said with a laugh: I am the candle of the gathering, O Saadi

What do I care that the moth kills itself?