أنتَyou ماnot غبتَyou were absent وماand not صِرْتَyou became غريبa stranger
أنتَ ما غبتَ وما صِرْتَ غريب
لمnot تَزَلْyou cease بالحبِّthrough love فيfor اللهِGod قريباclose
لم تَزَلْ بالحبِّ في اللهِ قريبا
You have not vanished, nor become a stranger;
You did not go away, nor did you become a stranger,
Through love for God's sake, you remain close.
You have always been close in the love of God,
ياO شريكَpartner in الهمِّsorrow فيin عصرٍan age رأينwe saw
يا شريكَ الهمِّ في عصرٍ رأين
فيهin it منfrom جَورِthe oppression of أعاديناour enemies كروباafflictions
فيه من جَورِ أعادينا كروبا
O companion in sorrow, in an age when we saw
O partner of sorrows in an era in which I saw,
Afflictions wrought by our enemies' oppression,
Great injustice from our enemies,
ورأيناand we saw منamong بنيthe sons of الإسلامِIslam ضَعفweakness
ورأينا من بني الإسلامِ ضَعف
ونكوصاًand retreat ومنand from الباغيthe aggressor وُثُوباa leap forward
ونكوصاً ومن الباغي وُثُوبا
And saw weakness among the sons of Islam,
And I saw weakness, retreat, and rebellion,
And retreat, while the aggressor leapt forward.
Among the sons of Islam, and the tyrants' robes,
ياO ابنَson of بارودٍBarud وفيand in البارُودِgunpowder لمَّwhen
يا ابنَ بارودٍ وفي البارُودِ لمَّ
يحرقit burns الباغيthe aggressor شَذَاًa fragrance يَنْضَحexudes طيباperfume
يحرق الباغي شَذَاً يَنْضَح طيبا
O Ibn Barud, in gunpowder, when
O son of gunpowder, and in gunpowder when
It burns the aggressor, lies a fragrance exuding perfume.
The tyrant did not burn a branch dripping with perfume,
ياO أخاbrother in الإسلامِIslam ياO خِدْنَintimate companion of القوافيrhymes
يا أخا الإسلامِ يا خِدْنَ القوافي
ياO صديقَfriend of الحَرفِthe written word يَأبىrefuses أنْto يَذوباmelt away
يا صديقَ الحَرفِ يَأبى أنْ يَذوبا
O brother in Islam, O companion of rhymes,
O brother of Islam, O rhymes' companion,
O friend of the written word that refuses to melt away,
O friend of the letter that refuses to melt,
ياO شريكاًa partner فيin عبوديَّةِthe servanthood of إسمٍa name
يا شريكاً في عبوديَّةِ إسمٍ
صارbecame بالرحمنِthrough the Most Merciful ميموناblessed حبيباbeloved
صار بالرحمنِ ميمونا حبيبا
O sharer in the servanthood of a name
O partner in the worship of a name,
Made blessed and beloved by the Most Merciful,
That became blessed with the Merciful, a beloved,
ياO صديقfriend of اللغةthe language الفصحىeloquent صنعنwe fashioned
يا صديق اللغة الفصحى صنعن
منfrom قوافيناour rhymes بهاwith it روضاa garden قشيباfresh and lovely
من قوافينا بها روضا قشيبا
O friend of eloquent Arabic, we fashioned
O friend of the eloquent Arabic language, you made
With it, from our rhymes, a fresh, lovely garden,
From our rhymes, a blossoming meadow,
واتَّخذناهاand we adopted it لساناًa tongue عربيArabic
واتَّخذناها لساناً عربي
يُطرِبُdelights الشاعرَthe poet مناamong us والخطيباand the orator
يُطرِبُ الشاعرَ منا والخطيبا
And adopted it as an Arabic tongue
And we took it as an Arabic tongue
That delights the poet and the orator among us.
That delights the poet among us and the orator,
إنif يَغِبْis absent جِسْمُكَyour body عناfrom us فلدينthen we have
إن يَغِبْ جِسْمُكَ عنا فلدين
ذكركyour remembrance الطيِّبُsweet يَأبىrefuses أنْto يغيباvanish
ذكرك الطيِّبُ يَأبى أنْ يغيبا
If your body is absent from us, we have
If your body is absent from us, we still have
Your sweet remembrance, which refuses to vanish.
Your sweet memory that refuses to be absent,
ولديناand we have منfrom قوافيكَyour rhymes نسيمٌa breeze
ولدينا من قوافيكَ نسيمٌ
يُنعِشُrevives الزَّهرَthe flowers ، يثيرstirs العندليباthe nightingale
يُنعِشُ الزَّهرَ ، يثير العندليبا
And from your rhymes we have a breeze
And we have from your rhymes a breeze
That revives the flowers and stirs the nightingale.
That revives the flowers and awakens the nightingale,
شِعرُكَyour poetry الفيَّاضoverflowing مـــــازالis still حُسَامa sharp sword
شِعرُكَ الفيَّاض مـــــازال حُسَام
يقتلslays الخوفَthe fear الذيthat يَغشىshrouds القلوباthe hearts
يقتل الخوفَ الذي يَغشى القلوبا
Your overflowing poetry is still a sharp sword
Your overflowing poetry remains a sword
That slays the fear that shrouds hearts.
That kills the fear that overwhelms hearts,
كلماwhenever أنشَـــــدَهrecites it المنــشِدُthe reciter لاقىhe finds
كلما أنشَـــــدَه المنــشِدُ لاقى
فيهin it صوتَthe voice of الحقtruth يَستَحْييbrings to life الشُّعوباthe peoples
فيه صوتَ الحق يَستَحْيي الشُّعوبا
Whenever the reciter chants it, he finds
Whenever the reciter recites it, he finds
In it the voice of truth, bringing peoples to life.
In it the voice of truth that revives nations,
يعرفrecognizes الأقصىAl-Aqsa قوافيكyour rhymes جيوشarmies
يعرف الأقصى قوافيك جيوش
طالماso often شَنَّتwaged علىagainst الباغيthe aggressor الحروباwars
طالما شَنَّت على الباغي الحروبا
Al-Aqsa recognizes your rhymes as armies
Al-Aqsa knows your rhymes as armies
That have so often waged wars against the aggressor.
That have long waged war on the tyrants,
وترىand sees غَزَّةُGaza فيin شعركyour poetry روحa spirit
وترى غَزَّةُ في شعرك روح
منof وفاءٍloyalty لمnot تَزَلceases تَغْشَىpervades الدُّروباthe paths
من وفاءٍ لم تَزَل تَغْشَى الدُّروبا
And Gaza sees in your poetry a spirit
And Gaza sees in your poetry a soul
Of loyalty that still pervades the paths.
Of loyalty that has always covered the roads,
يصبحbecomes الشعرpoetry معwith الإيمانfaith جَيْشan army
يصبح الشعر مع الإيمان جَيْش
يَردَعُwards off الطغيانَtyranny عناfrom us والخُطوباand calamities
يَردَعُ الطغيانَ عنا والخُطوبا
With faith, poetry becomes an army
Poetry with faith becomes an army
That wards off tyranny and calamities from us.
That deters tyranny from us and calamities,
يهزمdefeats الوَهْمَdelusion الذيthat يُتلفُdestroys عَقلreason
يهزم الوَهْمَ الذي يُتلفُ عَقل
والأكاذيبَand the lies التيthat تطويenfold القلوباthe hearts
والأكاذيبَ التي تطوي القلوبا
It defeats the delusion that destroys reason,
It defeats the delusions that corrupt the mind
And the lies that enfold hearts.
And the lies that fold hearts,
أيُّهاO الرَّاحِلُdeparting one عناfrom us فيon طريقٍa road
أيُّها الرَّاحِلُ عنا في طريقٍ
مَنْwhoever مَشَىwalked فيهاalong it مُحَالٌimpossible أنto يَؤُوباreturn
مَنْ مَشَى فيها مُحَالٌ أن يَؤُوبا
O you who have departed from us on a road
O traveler who left us on a path
That no one who walks it can ever return from,
That those who walked it can never come back,
قدindeed وَكلناwe entrusted مَنْthose whom فقدناهمwe lost them جميعall
قد وَكلنا مَنْ فقدناهم جميع
لإلهٍto a God غافرٍforgiving يمحوerases الذنُوباsins
لإلهٍ غافرٍ يمحو الذنُوبا
We have entrusted all those we have lost
We entrusted those we lost altogether
To a forgiving God who erases sins.
To a forgiving God who erases sins,
هكذاthus الإنسانُa human being فيin الدنياthis world شُروقٌa sunrise
هكذا الإنسانُ في الدنيا شُروقٌ
ساعةَat the hour of الميلادbirth يَسْتدعيsummons الغروباsunset
ساعةَ الميلاد يَسْتدعي الغروبا
Thus a human being in this world is a sunrise
Thus is man in this life a sunrise
That, at the hour of birth, summons sunset.
That summons sunset at the time of birth,
ياO ابنَson of بارودٍBarud لكfor you الدعوةُthe prayer منيfrom me
يا ابنَ بارودٍ لك الدعوةُ مني
دَعوةٌa prayer تَستَمْطِرُcalls for rain الغيثthe rain السَّكُوباpouring abundantly
دَعوةٌ تَستَمْطِرُ الغيث السَّكُوبا
O Ibn Barud, here is my prayer for you:
O son of gunpowder, my call to you
A prayer that calls down the rain in torrents.
Is a call that brings heavy rain,
جَعَلَmay make اللهُGod لكَfor you القبرَthe grave ضياءًa light
جَعَلَ اللهُ لكَ القبرَ ضياءً
روضةٌa garden تَمنحُكgrants you الغُصْنَthe bough الرَّطيباfresh and tender
روضةٌ تَمنحُك الغُصْنَ الرَّطيبا
May God make the grave a light for you,
May God make your grave radiant,
A garden granting you a fresh, tender bough,
A garden that grants you the fragrant branch,
وحَباكَand may He grant you الأنسَcomfort فيin قبركyour grave حتىuntil
وحَباكَ الأنسَ في قبرك حتى
يُصبِحَbecomes القبرُthe grave لكَfor you البيتَthe home الرَّحيباspacious
يُصبِحَ القبرُ لكَ البيتَ الرَّحيبا
And grant you comfort in your grave, until
And surround you with intimacy in your grave until
The grave becomes a spacious home for you.
The grave becomes for you a spacious house,
إنَّماonly الإنسانُa human being جُزءٌa part منof أخيهhis brother
إنَّما الإنسانُ جُزءٌ من أخيه
حينماwhen يُصْبِحُhe becomes فيfor اللهGod حَبيباbeloved
حينما يُصْبِحُ في الله حَبيبا
A person is but a part of his brother
Man is but a part of his brother
When he becomes beloved for God's sake.
When he becomes a beloved in God,
Sol 6.1