Sa'di says

Trees in groves,
        Kine in droves,
        In ocean sport the scaly herds,
        Wedge-like cleave the air the birds,
        To northern lakes fly wind-borne ducks,
        Browse the mountain sheep in flocks,
        Men consort in camp and town,
        But the poet dwells alone. …
       
        Yet, Saadi loved the race of men,
        No churl immured in cave or den,
        In bower and hall,
        He wants them all,
        No can dispense
        With Persia for his audience;
        They must give ear,
        Grow red with joy, and white with fear,
        Yet he has no companion,
        Come ten, or come a million,
        Good Saadi dwells alone. …
       
        In heaven, no star; on earth, no spark;
        Yet before the listener’s eye
        Swims the world in ecstasy,
        The forest waves, the morning breaks,
        The pastures sleep, ripple the lakes,
        Leaves twinkle, flowers like persons be,
        And life pulsates in rock or tree.


        Saadi! So far thy words shall reach;
        Suns rise and set in Saadi’s speech.