Selected Poetry and Literature in Iran and the World

In this section, we intend to present selected poems and literary works from Iran and the world on a weekly basis. This week, we will be accompanied by the poems of Sheikh Ajal Saadi. Do not listen, friend, that I have a helper other than you, Or day and night, I have a task other than thinking of you. It is not only I who have fallen into the snare of your curly locks, For in every ringlet of your hair, there is a captive. If I say that I have no business with you, The door and the wall will testify that there is a business. Whoever finds fault with me out of love and blames, Until he has not seen you, he denies it. How can I be patient with the oppression of your rival if I do not? Everyone knows that in the company of the rose, there is a thorn. It is not only I who covet your love in vain, For like me, there are many burned ones in your throng. The wind brings dust from your station and takes it away, The water of every fragrance that is in the perfumer's shop. What shall I pour at your feet that pleases you? Head and soul cannot be said to have a measure. One day I will come out of this patched cloak, So that all people will know that there is a girdle. That I am not drunk, and in your circle, there is sobriety. Saadi's love is not a tale that we hide, It is a story that is in every marketplace.