عَنْrevealing نُورِlight هَدْيِكَyour guidance ثَغْرُmouth الدَّهْرِtime مُبْتَسِمُsmiling
عَنْ نُورِ هَدْيِكَ ثَغْرُ الدَّهْرِ مُبْتَسِمُ
يَاO وَاحِداُpeerless one وَرَدَتْcame to drink مِنْfrom بَحْرِهِhis sea أُمَمُnations
يَا وَاحِداُ وَرَدَتْ مِنْ بَحْرِهِ أُمَمُ
The mouth of time smiles, revealing the light of your guidance.
The dawn of your guidance makes the mouth of time smile,
From the light of your guidance, the mouth of time smiles,
O peerless one, from whose sea nations have drunk.
O One, from whose sea nations have come.
O unique one, from whose sea nations have come to drink.
هَشَّتْrejoiced لِلُقْيَاكَat meeting you فَاسٌFez إِذْwhen حَلَلْتَyou alighted بِهَاin her
هَشَّتْ لِلُقْيَاكَ فَاسٌ إِذْ حَلَلْتَ بِهَا
وَفَاسُand Fez لَوْلاَwere it not for سَنَاradiance وُجُودِكُمْyour presence عَدَمُnothingness
وَفَاسُ لَوْلاَ سَنَا وُجُودِكُمْ عَدَمُ
Fez rejoiced at meeting you when you arrived there.
Fez rejoiced when you stayed there,
Fez beamed with joy to meet you when you settled within it,
And Fez, but for the radiance of your presence, would be nothing.
And without your sublime presence, Fez would not exist.
And Fez, were it not for the radiance of your presence, would be nothingness.
فَزَهْوُهَاso her splendor بِكَthrough you يَاO مَوْلاَيَmy lord مُنْتَظِمٌharmoniously ordered
فَزَهْوُهَا بِكَ يَا مَوْلاَيَ مُنْتَظِمٌ
وَأُنْسُهَاand her gladness بِكَthrough you يَاO مَوْلاَيَmy lord مُلْتَئِمُmade whole
وَأُنْسُهَا بِكَ يَا مَوْلاَيَ مُلْتَئِمُ
So her splendor, through you, my lord, is harmoniously arrayed.
Its splendor is due to you, my Master, everlasting,
So its pride in you, my master, is perfectly ordered,
And her gladness, through you, my lord, is made whole.
And its joy is due to you, my Master, ever bonding.
And its joyful intimacy with you, my master, is fully whole.
أَبْهَجْتَyou gladdened عَبْدَكَyour servant إِذْwhen وَافَاكَhe came to you مُكْتَئِباًdowncast
أَبْهَجْتَ عَبْدَكَ إِذْ وَافَاكَ مُكْتَئِباً
إِنَّindeed الْجَوَىheartache بِدُنُوٍّthrough nearness مِنْكَto you يَنْحَسِمُcomes to an end
إِنَّ الْجَوَى بِدُنُوٍّ مِنْكَ يَنْحَسِمُ
You gladdened your servant when he came to you downcast.
You gladdened your servant when he came to you depressed.
You brought delight to your servant when he came to you dejected,
Indeed, heartache ends with nearness to you.
Indeed, anguish recedes with nearing you.
For indeed, profound sorrow is severed by drawing near to you.
وَافَاكَhe came to you يَطْلُبُseeking نَهْجَthe path النَّاصِرِيَّةِthe Nasiriyya إِذْfor
وَافَاكَ يَطْلُبُ نَهْجَ النَّاصِرِيَّةِ إِذْ
فِيin النَّاصِرِيَّةِthe Nasiriyya نَصْرٌvictory لَيْسَdoes not يَنْصَرِمُcome to an end
فِي النَّاصِرِيَّةِ نَصْرٌ لَيْسَ يَنْصَرِمُ
He came to you seeking the path of the Nasiriyya, for
He came to you seeking the path of An-Nasiriyyah, for
He came to you seeking the path of the Nasiriyya, since
In the Nasiriyya there is victory that never ends.
In An-Nasiriyyah is a lasting victory.
In the Nasiriyya lies a triumph that never ends.
وَاهًاAh! لَهَاfor it رَغْبَةًa longing مَاhow كَانَwas أَنْفَسَهَاprecious it was
وَاهًا لَهَا رَغْبَةً مَا كَانَ أَنْفَسَهَا
لِمِثْلِهَاfor its like تَسْتَعِدُّmake ready الأَيْنُقُthe she-camels الرُّسُمُswift-paced
لِمِثْلِهَا تَسْتَعِدُّ الأَيْنُقُ الرُّسُمُ
Ah, the longing for it—how precious it was!
Woe to it - what it desired was not worthy of itself.
Ah, what a longing—how profoundly precious it was!
For its like, the swift-paced she-camels make ready.
The most beautiful appearance makes ready for the like of it.
For such a quest, the swift she-camels are made ready.
أَمْهَلْتَهُyou bade him wait لِغَدٍuntil tomorrow فَبَاتَso he spent the night فِيin سَهَرٍsleeplessness
أَمْهَلْتَهُ لِغَدٍ فَبَاتَ فِي سَهَرٍ
يُنْجِدُهُcomes to his aid الْوَجْدُyearning إِذْwhen أَعْوَزَهُeluded him الْحُلُمُdreaming
يُنْجِدُهُ الْوَجْدُ إِذْ أَعْوَزَهُ الْحُلُمُ
You bade him wait until tomorrow, so he spent the night sleepless.
You gave him respite until morning, so he stayed up all night
You delayed him until tomorrow, so he passed the night awake,
Yearning comes to his aid when dreaming eludes him.
Kept awake by passion when dreams failed him.
Passion coming to his aid when dreams eluded him.
يُخَاطِبُhe addresses اللَّيْلَthe night كَيْso that تَفْتَرُّparts in a smile دُهْمَتُهُits blackness
يُخَاطِبُ اللَّيْلَ كَيْ تَفْتَرُّ دُهْمَتُهُ
عَنْrevealing ثَغْرِmouth صُبْحٍdawn فَيَبْدُوso there appears لِلْمُنَىfor hopes عَلَمُa beacon
عَنْ ثَغْرِ صُبْحٍ فَيَبْدُو لِلْمُنَى عَلَمُ
He addresses the night, that its blackness may part in a smile,
He speaks to the night to unveil its darkness
Addressing the night, hoping its deep darkness would part into a smile,
To reveal the mouth of dawn, so a beacon for hopes appears.
And reveal the dawn, a sign for the beloved.
Revealing the mouth of dawn, so a banner for his hopes might appear.
يَاO عَنْبَرَambergris اللَّيْلِthe night كَافُورَcamphor الصَّبَاحِthe morning أَعِدْrestore
يَا عَنْبَرَ اللَّيْلِ كَافُورَ الصَّبَاحِ أَعِدْ
قَدْindeed كَادَnearly يَلْحَقُنِيovertakes me مِنْbecause of طُولِكَyour length الْهَرَمُold age
قَدْ كَادَ يَلْحَقُنِي مِنْ طُولِكَ الْهَرَمُ
O ambergris of night, restore the camphor of morning!
O ambergris of night, camphor of morning, come back,
O ambergris of the night, restore the camphor of morning,
Because you last so long, old age has almost overtaken me.
Lest old age overtakes me due to your length.
For old age has almost overtaken me from your endless length.
إِنْif لَمْdo not تَجُدْgive generously لِيto me بِصُبْحٍwith a dawn صِحْتُI shall cry out مِنْfrom أَسَفٍsorrow
إِنْ لَمْ تَجُدْ لِي بِصُبْحٍ صِحْتُ مِنْ أَسَفٍ
وَاAlas! حَرَّburning heat قَلْباهُmy heart! مِمَّنْbecause of one whose قَلْبُهُhis heart شَبِمُcold
وَا حَرَّ قَلْباهُ مِمَّنْ قَلْبُهُ شَبِمُ
If you do not grant me a dawn, I shall cry out in sorrow:
If you do not bring me the morn, I will wake up in sorrow
If you do not generously grant me a morning, I shall cry out in grief:
Alas, my heart burns because of one whose heart is cold!
And ah! A heart blazing over one whose heart is unfeeling.
"Oh, the burning of my heart for one whose heart is cold!"
لاَزِلْتَmay you ever remain مِقْبَاسَa torch عِلْمٍknowledge يُسْتَضَاءُlight is drawn بِهِfrom it
لاَزِلْتَ مِقْبَاسَ عِلْمٍ يُسْتَضَاءُ بِهِ
إِذَاwhen بَدَتْappear ظُلُمَاتُdarknesses الْجَهْلِignorance تَزْدَحِمُcrowd together
إِذَا بَدَتْ ظُلُمَاتُ الْجَهْلِ تَزْدَحِمُ
May you ever remain a torch of knowledge from which light is drawn,
You remain the standard of knowledge by which
May you remain a torch of knowledge by which light is sought,
When the darknesses of ignorance appear, crowding together.
The darkness of ignorance is illuminated when it becomes crowded.
Whenever the shadows of ignorance appear, crowding together.
Sol 6.1