Ghazal 3: The Mirror of Your Face

Your face looks beautiful in our mirror, for the mirror is clear and your face is lovely. Like bright wine in a spotless glass, your fine nature shines out from the beauty of your face. Anyone who spends a moment with you, or walks a single step beside you, can never bear to be apart from you. The wild creature of the desert struggles to slip free of the snare, yet we, on purpose, stay tangled in yours. The poor bird that gives its heart to one place will not leave for another, even if they kill it there. My jealous love keeps me from complaining about you to anyone; I do not carry the ache of loved ones to any doctor. Let me be a sacrifice for your life, you, before whom the candle of the horizon and the lamp of the Pleiades would die out. If you smile sweetly and do not shake your sleeve to drive them off, every fly will turn into a parrot nibbling at sugar. If the sweet idol does not sit with a sour face, her suitors will lust after her like sweets. Saadi has come only to gaze at the garden of your beauty, while base men reach out to plunder it.