نَجمُthe star السُعودِgood fortune وَفيand in جَبينِكَyour brow مَطلَعُهْits rising place
نَجمُ السُعودِ وَفي جَبينِكَ مَطلَعُهْ
أَنّىwherever تَوَجَّهَturns رَكبُthe cavalcade عِزِّكَyour glory يَتبَعُهْfollows it
أَنّى تَوَجَّهَ رَكبُ عِزِّكَ يَتبَعُهْ
The star of good fortune—its rising place is your brow.
Wherever your glorious cavalcade turns, it follows.
سَهلاًwelcoming ground وَطِئتَyou trod وَلَوand even if نَزَلتَyou alighted بِمَحمَلٍin a barren place (probable intended reading)
سَهلاً وَطِئتَ وَلَو نَزَلتَ بِمَحمَلٍ
يَوماًone day لِأَمرَعَwould grow lush مِنfrom نُزولِكَyour arrival بَلقَعُهْits barren ground
يَوماً لِأَمرَعَ مِن نُزولِكَ بَلقَعُهْ
You tread welcoming ground; even were you to alight in a barren place,
one day its wasteland would grow lush at your arrival.
وَالقَومُand the people قَومُكَyour people ياO أَميرُprince إِذاif النَوىseparation
وَالقَومُ قَومُكَ يا أَميرُ إِذا النَوى
فَرَقَتهُhas scattered them آمالُthe hopes العُروبَةِArab nationhood تَجمَعُهْunite them
فَرَقَتهُ آمالُ العُروبَةِ تَجمَعُهْ
And the people are your people, O Prince; if separation
scatters them, the hopes of Arab nationhood unite them.
مالواthey turned إِلَيكَtoward you وَكُلُّand every قَلبٍheart حَبَّةًa seed
مالوا إِلَيكَ وَكُلُّ قَلبٍ حَبَّةً
يَحدوurges onward بِهِwith it شَوقاًin longing إِلَيكَtoward you وَيَدفَعُهْand drives it
يَحدو بِهِ شَوقاً إِلَيكَ وَيَدفَعُهْ
They have turned toward you, each heart a seed,
drawn and driven toward you by longing.
ياO ذاthis الأَميرِthe prince أَمامَbefore عَينِكَyour eye شاعِرٌa poet
يا ذا الأَميرِ أَمامَ عَينِكَ شاعِرٌ
ضُمَّتwere drawn together عَلىaround الشَكوىthe lament المَريرَةِthe bitter أَضلُعُهْhis ribs
ضُمَّت عَلى الشَكوى المَريرَةِ أَضلُعُهْ
O Prince, before your eyes stands a poet
whose ribs enclose a bitter lament.
المَسجِدُthe mosque الأَقصىAl-Aqsa, the farthest أجئتَhave you come? تَزورُهُto visit it
المَسجِدُ الأَقصى أجئتَ تَزورُهُ
أَمor جِئتَyou came مِنfrom قَبلِbefore الضَياعِthe loss تُوَدِّعُهْto bid it farewell
أَم جِئتَ مِن قَبلِ الضَياعِ تُوَدِّعُهْ
Al-Aqsa Mosque—have you come to visit it,
or have you come to bid it farewell before it is lost?
حَرمٌa sanctuary تُباحُare laid open لِكُلِّto every أَوكعَvile آبِقٍrunaway
حَرمٌ تُباحُ لِكُلِّ أَوكعَ آبِقٍ
وَلِكُلِّand to every أَفّاقٍimpostor شَريدٍwandering أربُعُهْits precincts
وَلِكُلِّ أَفّاقٍ شَريدٍ أربُعُهْ
A sanctuary: laid open to every vile runaway
and every wandering impostor are its precincts.
وَالطاعِنونَand those who strike وَبورِكَتand blessed be جَنباتُهُits precincts
وَالطاعِنونَ وَبورِكَت جَنباتُهُ
أَبناؤُهُits sons الظِيَمoppression (probable intended reading) بِطَعنٍwith a thrust يوجِعُهْthat pains it
أَبناؤُهُ الظِيَم بِطَعنٍ يوجِعُهْ
And those who strike—blessed be its precincts—
are its sons, striking oppression with a thrust that pains it.
وَغَداًand tomorrow وَماand how أَدناهُnear it is لاnot يَبقىwill remain سِوىexcept
وَغَداً وَما أَدناهُ لا يَبقى سِوى
دَمعٍtears لَناfor us يَهميstream down وَسِنٌّand a tooth نَقرَعُهْwe strike it in regret
دَمعٍ لَنا يَهمي وَسِنٌّ نَقرَعُهْ
And tomorrow—how near it is!—nothing will remain but
our streaming tears and teeth we gnash in regret.
وَيُقرِّبُand bring nearer الأَمرَthe ordeal العَصيبَthe dire أسافلٌscoundrels
وَيُقرِّبُ الأَمرَ العَصيبَ أسافلٌ
عَجِلواthey hastened عَلَيناupon us بِالَّذيwith what نَتَوَقَّعُهْwe anticipate it
عَجِلوا عَلَينا بِالَّذي نَتَوَقَّعُهْ
And scoundrels bring the dire ordeal nearer;
they have hastened upon us what we foresee.
قَومٌa people تَضِلُّgoes astray لَدىwhen faced with السَدادِsound judgment حَصاتهُtheir reason
قَومٌ تَضِلُّ لَدى السَدادِ حَصاتهُ
وَيُسَيطِرُand dominates العاديthe aggressor عَلَيهِover them وَيُخضِعُهْand subdues them
وَيُسَيطِرُ العادي عَلَيهِ وَيُخضِعُهْ
A people whose reason fails when sound judgment is needed,
while the aggressor dominates them and subdues them.
شَكوىa complaint وَتَحلوand grows sweet لِلمُضيمِto the wronged man شَكاتُهُhis complaint
شَكوى وَتَحلو لِلمُضيمِ شَكاتُهُ
عِندَbefore الأَميرِthe prince وَأَنand that تَرَقرَقَwelled up أَدمُعُهْhis tears
عِندَ الأَميرِ وَأَن تَرَقرَقَ أَدمُعُهْ
A complaint—and the wronged man finds sweetness in his lament
before the prince, and in his tears as they well up.
سِرgo ياO أَميرُprince وَرافَقَتكَand may it accompany you عِنايَةٌprovidential care
سِر يا أَميرُ وَرافَقَتكَ عِنايَةٌ
نَجمُthe star السُعودِgood fortune وَفيand in جبَينِكَyour brow مَطلَعُهْits rising place
نَجمُ السُعودِ وَفي جبَينِكَ مَطلَعُهْ
Go, O Prince, and may providence accompany you.
The star of good fortune—its rising place is your brow.
Sol 6.1