صَبِيَّ الحَيَاةِ الشَّقِيَّ العنيدْ

صَبِيَّ الحَيَاةِ الشَّقِيَّ العنيدْ

أَلا قدْ ضَلَلْتَ الضَّلالَ البعيدْ

أَلا قدْ ضَلَلْتَ الضَّلالَ البعيدْ

O wretched, stubborn child of life,

O stubborn, hapless child of life

O wretched, obstinate child of Life,

Ah, you have strayed far astray!

You have surely strayed far astray

You have indeed wandered far astray.

أَتُنشدُ صوتَ الحَيَاةِ الرخيمَ

أَتُنشدُ صوتَ الحَيَاةِ الرخيمَ

وأَنتَ سجينٌ بهذا الوجودْ

وأَنتَ سجينٌ بهذا الوجودْ

Do you seek life's melodious voice

Do you wish for the gentle voice of life

Do you seek the melodious voice of Life,

While you are a prisoner in this existence,

While you are a prisoner in this existence?

While you remain a prisoner of this existence?

وتَطْلُبُ وَرْدَ الصَّبَاحِ المخ

وتَطْلُبُ وَرْدَ الصَّبَاحِ المخ

ضَّبَ مِنْ كفِّ حَقْلٍ حَصِيدْ

ضَّبَ مِنْ كفِّ حَقْلٍ حَصِيدْ

And seek the morning's tinted roses

You seek the rose of dawn

And you seek the rose of morning, imbued

From the palm of a reaped field?

Plucked from the palm of a barren field

With dye from the palm of a reaped field?

إلى المَوْتِ إنْ شِئْتَ هَوْنَ الحي

إلى المَوْتِ إنْ شِئْتَ هَوْنَ الحي

اة فَخَلْفَ ظلامِ الرَّدى مَا تُرِيدْ

اة فَخَلْفَ ظلامِ الرَّدى مَا تُرِيدْ

To death, if you desire ease in life—

If you wish for the gentleness of life

To Death, if you desire the comfort of Life,

For beyond death's darkness lies what you desire.

Behind the darkness of misery, there is nothing you desire

For behind the darkness of doom lies what you seek.

إلى المَوْتِ يا ابنَ الحَيَاةِ التعيسَ

إلى المَوْتِ يا ابنَ الحَيَاةِ التعيسَ

ففي الموتِ صَوْتُ الحَيَاةِ الرخيمْ

ففي الموتِ صَوْتُ الحَيَاةِ الرخيمْ

To death, O unhappy son of life:

To death, O son of the miserable life

To Death, O wretched son of Life,

For in death is life's melodious voice.

For in death is the gentle voice of life

For in Death lies the melodious voice of Life.

إلى المَوْتِ إن عَذَّبَتْكَ الدُّهورُ

إلى المَوْتِ إن عَذَّبَتْكَ الدُّهورُ

ففي الموتِ قَلْبُ الدُّهورِ الرَّحيمْ

ففي الموتِ قَلْبُ الدُّهورِ الرَّحيمْ

To death, if the ages have tormented you:

To death, if time has tormented you

To Death, if the ages have tormented you,

For in death is the ages' merciful heart.

For in death is the merciful heart of time

For in Death is the merciful heart of the ages.

إلى المَوْتِ فالموتُ رُوحٌ جميلٌ

إلى المَوْتِ فالموتُ رُوحٌ جميلٌ

يُرَفْرِفُ مِنْ فوقِ تِلْكَ الغُيومْ

يُرَفْرِفُ مِنْ فوقِ تِلْكَ الغُيومْ

To death: death is a beautiful spirit

To death, for death is a beautiful soul

To Death, for Death is a beautiful spirit,

Fluttering above those clouds,

That flutters above those clouds

Fluttering high above those drifting clouds,

فَرُوحاً بفَجْرِ الخُلُودِ البهيجِ

فَرُوحاً بفَجْرِ الخُلُودِ البهيجِ

وما حَوْلَهُ مِنْ بَنَاتِ النُّجومْ

وما حَوْلَهُ مِنْ بَنَاتِ النُّجومْ

Rejoicing in immortality's joyous dawn

A soul in the radiant dawn of eternity

Rejoicing in the dawn of a blissful eternity,

And in the daughters of the stars around it.

And what surrounds it of the stars

And all the starry daughters surrounding it.

إلى المَوْتِ فالموتُ جامٌ رَوِيٌّ

إلى المَوْتِ فالموتُ جامٌ رَوِيٌّ

لمنْ أَظْمَأَتْهُ سُمُومُ الفَلاةْ

لمنْ أَظْمَأَتْهُ سُمُومُ الفَلاةْ

To death: death is a thirst-quenching goblet

To death, for death is a filling cup

To Death, for Death is a quenching chalice,

For whoever the desert's scorching winds have parched.

For one whom the desert's poisons have parched

For him parched by the poisons of the wilderness.

ولَسْتَ براوٍ إِذا مَا ظَمِئْتَ

ولَسْتَ براوٍ إِذا مَا ظَمِئْتَ

من المنبعِ العذْبِ قبلَ المَمَاتْ

من المنبعِ العذْبِ قبلَ المَمَاتْ

And if you thirst, you will not be quenched

And you will not be sated if you thirst

And never shall you quench your thirst,

From the sweet spring before death.

From the sweet spring before death

From the sweet spring, until the moment of death.

فما الدَّمعُ إلاَّ شرابُ الدُّهورِ

فما الدَّمعُ إلاَّ شرابُ الدُّهورِ

وما الحزنُ إلاَّ غِذَاءُ الحَيَاةْ

وما الحزنُ إلاَّ غِذَاءُ الحَيَاةْ

For tears are nothing but the drink of the ages,

For what are tears but the drink of time

For tears are but the potion of the ages,

And sorrow is nothing but life's nourishment.

And what is grief but the food of life

And sorrow is nothing but the sustenance of Life.

إلى المَوْتِ فالموتُ مهدٌ وَثيرٌ

إلى المَوْتِ فالموتُ مهدٌ وَثيرٌ

تَنَامُ بأَحضانهِ الكَائناتْ

تَنَامُ بأَحضانهِ الكَائناتْ

To death: death is a soft cradle

To death, for death is a soft, plentiful bed

To Death, for Death is a soft, plush cradle,

In whose arms all beings sleep.

In which all creatures sleep

In whose embrace all creatures softly sleep.

إلى المَوْتِ إن حاصَرَتْكَ الخُطوبُ

إلى المَوْتِ إن حاصَرَتْكَ الخُطوبُ

وسَدَّتْ عليكَ سَبيلَ السَّلامْ

وسَدَّتْ عليكَ سَبيلَ السَّلامْ

To death, if calamities besiege you

To death, if adversities have besieged you

To Death, if calamities have besieged you,

And bar your path to peace:

And blocked from you the path of peace

And barred against you every path of peace.

ففي عالمِ الموتِ تَنْضُو الحَيَاةُ

ففي عالمِ الموتِ تَنْضُو الحَيَاةُ

رِداءَ الأَسى وقِنَاعَ الظَّلامْ

رِداءَ الأَسى وقِنَاعَ الظَّلامْ

For in death's realm, life sheds

For in the world of death, life dawns

For in the realm of Death, Life casts aside

The robe of sorrow and the mask of darkness,

Free of the garb of sorrow and the mask of darkness

Its robe of sorrow and its mask of gloom,

وتبدو كما خُلِقَتْ غَضَّةً

وتبدو كما خُلِقَتْ غَضَّةً

يَفيضُ على وَجْهِها الإِبْتِسامْ

يَفيضُ على وَجْهِها الإِبْتِسامْ

And appears as she was created, fresh and tender;

And appears as it was created, fresh

And it appears as first created, fresh and tender,

A smile overflows her face.

With a smile pouring across its face

With a smile overflowing upon its face.

تُعيدُ عليها ظِلالَ الخُلودِ

تُعيدُ عليها ظِلالَ الخُلودِ

وتهفو عليها قُلُوبُ الأَنامْ

وتهفو عليها قُلُوبُ الأَنامْ

She restores upon herself the shades of immortality,

The shadows of eternity fall upon it

The shadows of Eternity return to it,

And the hearts of humankind flutter over her.

And people's hearts flutter over it

And the hearts of all mankind yearn toward it.

إلى المَوْتِ لا تَخْشَ أعماقه

إلى المَوْتِ لا تَخْشَ أعماقه

ففيها ضياءُ السَّماءِ الوَديعْ

ففيها ضياءُ السَّماءِ الوَديعْ

To death: do not fear its depths,

To death, fear not its depths

To Death! Do not fear its hidden depths,

For within them is heaven's gentle light.

For in them is the gentle light of heaven

For within them lies the gentle light of Heaven,

وفيها تَمِيسُ عذارى السَّماءِ

وفيها تَمِيسُ عذارى السَّماءِ

عواريَ يُنْشِدْنَ لحناً بَديعْ

عواريَ يُنْشِدْنَ لحناً بَديعْ

And within them heaven's maidens sway,

And in them, heaven's virgins gather

And therein sway the maidens of the sky,

Naked, singing a wondrous melody.

Naked, singing a wonderful melody

Unveiled, chanting a wondrous melody.

وفي رَاحِهنَّ غُصُونُ النَّخيلِ

وفي رَاحِهنَّ غُصُونُ النَّخيلِ

يُحَرِّكْنَها في فَضَاءٍ يَضُوعْ

يُحَرِّكْنَها في فَضَاءٍ يَضُوعْ

And in their palms are palm-tree branches;

And in their dancing, the palm branches

And in their palms they hold the branches of the palm,

They wave them in a fragrant expanse.

They stir them in ample space

Waving them through a space that wafts with scent,

تضيءُ بهِ بَسَمَاتُ القُلُوبِ

تضيءُ بهِ بَسَمَاتُ القُلُوبِ

وتخبو بهِ حَسَراتُ الدُّموعْ

وتخبو بهِ حَسَراتُ الدُّموعْ

In it the smiles of hearts shine,

Lighting with it the smiles of hearts

Wherein the smiles of hearts shine radiant,

And in it the sorrows of tears fade.

And with it the regrets of tears vanish

And the anguish of our tears fades away.

هو الموتُ طيفُ الخلودِ الجميلُ

هو الموتُ طيفُ الخلودِ الجميلُ

ونِصْفُ الحَيَاةِ الَّذي لا يَنُوحْ

ونِصْفُ الحَيَاةِ الَّذي لا يَنُوحْ

It is death, immortality's beautiful apparition,

It is death, the beautiful specter of eternity

Death is the beautiful specter of Eternity,

And the half of life that does not lament.

And half of life that does not lament

And the half of Life that does not weep or wail.

هنالكَ خلفَ الفضاءِ البعيدِ

هنالكَ خلفَ الفضاءِ البعيدِ

يَعيشُ المنونُ القَوِيُّ الصَّبُوحْ

يَعيشُ المنونُ القَوِيُّ الصَّبُوحْ

There, beyond the distant expanse,

There, behind distant space

There, beyond the distant reaches of space,

Lives Death, mighty and radiant-faced.

Lives the strong, vigilant deceased

Lives Death, the mighty and the fair.

يَضُمُّ القُلُوبَ إلى صَدْرِهِ

يَضُمُّ القُلُوبَ إلى صَدْرِهِ

ليأسوَ مَا مَضَّها مِنْ جُروحْ

ليأسوَ مَا مَضَّها مِنْ جُروحْ

He gathers hearts to his breast

He gathers hearts to his chest

He gathers the weary hearts unto his breast,

To heal the wounds that have pained them,

To lament what they have suffered of wounds

To heal the stinging wounds that plagued them so,

ويبعثَ فيها رَبيعَ الحَيَاةِ

ويبعثَ فيها رَبيعَ الحَيَاةِ

ويُبْهِجُها بالصَّباحِ الفَرُوحْ

ويُبْهِجُها بالصَّباحِ الفَرُوحْ

And awaken life's spring within them,

And inspires in them the spring of life

And awakens within them the Spring of Life,

And gladden them with the joyous morning.

And delights them with the joyous morn

And gladdens them with a morning full of joy.