No Face So Fair

I have never seen a face this lovely and this fair, and no hair could ever hold such power to steal the heart. Even if that hard hearted, silver bodied one hides the face, the fragrance gives it away; musk cannot conceal its scent. You who match in beauty inside and out: as long as I have eyes, I have seen no face more beautiful, no nature more sweet than yours. If I spin about helplessly, do not blame me; when you swing the mallet, the ball is not at fault. Anyone who has ever known a moment of ecstasy or burning pain loves the moan of the drunk and the uproar of their cries. In the marketplace of love we seek out blame with our very souls, leaving the quiet safe corner to the cautious ascetics. The garden needs nothing more to be beautiful, except a cypress like you beside the stream. O sweet scented flower, even if spring returns for a hundred ages, you will never again see a sweet singing nightingale like me. Saadi, if you cannot manage to kiss her hand, the answer, I think, is to lay your face down at her feet.