Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Ghazal 14, An Aubade lyrics

They're tapping that untimely drum of dawn more speedily tonight. (Or did that rooftop bird make some mistake and not get morning right?) Was it one moment or all night sacked from our lives against our will? - With us together lip to lip, and much desire left to fulfill! I now turn smiling, now turn shy, now glad at heart, and now heartbroken And still I fail to get across a message that can't just be spoken. If your foot deigns to touch my neck you honor me by standing near. But for my low-laid head I've no welcome to offer steps so dear. And now that luck has finally made peace with us to a fare-thee-well, The spiteful mob of trash who talked trash about us can go to hell! Saadi's a marked man now. Tell men, mystics and ma**es, near and far, I'm an idolator! But, then, how goddesslike my idols are!