أنتِ كالزهرةِ الجميلةِ في الغابِ

أنتِ كالزهرةِ الجميلةِ في الغابِ

ولكنْ مَا بَيْنَ شَوكٍ ودودِ

ولكنْ مَا بَيْنَ شَوكٍ ودودِ

You are like the beautiful flower in the forest,

You are like a beautiful flower in the forest

You are like a lovely flower in the wild,

But amid thorns and worms.

But between thorns and worms

Yet standing amidst thorns and worms alike,

والرياحينُ تَحْسَبُ الحسَكَ الشِّرِّيرَ

والرياحينُ تَحْسَبُ الحسَكَ الشِّرِّيرَ

والدُّودَ من صُنوفِ الورودِ

والدُّودَ من صُنوفِ الورودِ

And fragrant flowers consider the wicked thorns

And the winds think your love is evil

Where basil blooms mistake the wicked briar,

And the worms to be kinds of roses.

And the worms are kinds of roses

And count the crawling worms as kin to roses.

فَافْهِمي النَّاسَ إنَّما النَّاسُ خَلْقٌ

فَافْهِمي النَّاسَ إنَّما النَّاسُ خَلْقٌ

مُفْسِدٌ في الوجودِ غيرُ رشيدِ

مُفْسِدٌ في الوجودِ غيرُ رشيدِ

So understand people: people are but creatures

So understand people, people are a creation

So understand mankind, for truly they are creatures,

Spreading corruption in the world, without sound judgment.

Corrupting existence, not guided

Spreading corruption, misguided in this world.

والسَّعيدُ السَّعيدُ من عاشَ كاللَّيل

والسَّعيدُ السَّعيدُ من عاشَ كاللَّيل

غريباً في أهلِ هذا الوجودِ

غريباً في أهلِ هذا الوجودِ

And happy, truly happy, is whoever lives like the night,

And the happy one, the happy one, is one who lives like the night

And truly happy is the one who lives like the night,

A stranger among the people of this world.

A stranger to the people of this existence

A stranger among the dwellers of this realm.

ودَعيهِمْ يَحْيَوْنَ في ظُلْمةِ الإثْمِ

ودَعيهِمْ يَحْيَوْنَ في ظُلْمةِ الإثْمِ

وعيشي في طُهْرِكِ المحمودِ

وعيشي في طُهْرِكِ المحمودِ

And let them live in the darkness of sin,

And leave them living in the darkness of sin

Leave them to dwell within the gloom of sin,

And live in your praiseworthy purity,

While you live in your praised purity

While you exist in your praiseworthy purity.

كالملاك البريءِ كالوردة البيضاءِ

كالملاك البريءِ كالوردة البيضاءِ

كالموجِ في الخِضَمِّ البَعيدِ

كالموجِ في الخِضَمِّ البَعيدِ

Like the innocent angel, like the white rose,

Like an innocent angel, like a white rose

Like an innocent angel, like a white rose,

Like the waves in the distant ocean,

Like a wave in the distant seashore

Like a wave upon the distant, open sea.

كأغاني الطُّيور كالشَّفَقِ السَّاحِرِ

كأغاني الطُّيور كالشَّفَقِ السَّاحِرِ

كالكوكبِ البعيدِ السَّعيدِ

كالكوكبِ البعيدِ السَّعيدِ

Like the songs of birds, like the enchanting twilight,

Like birds' songs, like the charming sunset

Like the songs of birds, like the enchanting twilight,

Like the distant, happy star,

Like a far happy star

Like a planet, far away and blissful.

كَثُلوجِ الجبال يغمرُها النُّورُ

كَثُلوجِ الجبال يغمرُها النُّورُ

وتَسمو على غُبارِ الصَّعيدِ

وتَسمو على غُبارِ الصَّعيدِ

Like the snows of the mountains, flooded with light,

Like mountain snow covered in light

Like mountain snows submerged in radiant light,

And rising above the dust of the earth.

Rising above the dust of the ground

That rise high above the dust of the earth below.

أنتِ تحتَ السَّماءِ روحٌ جميلٌ

أنتِ تحتَ السَّماءِ روحٌ جميلٌ

صاغَهُ الله من عَبيرِ الوُرودِ

صاغَهُ الله من عَبيرِ الوُرودِ

You are, beneath the sky, a beautiful soul,

You under the sky are a beautiful soul

Beneath these heavens, you are a beautiful soul,

Which God fashioned from the fragrance of roses.

God has made from the scent of flowers

Fashioned by God from the fragrance of roses.

وبنو الأرضِ كالقُرودِ وما أضْيَ

وبنو الأرضِ كالقُرودِ وما أضْيَ

عَ عِطرَ الورودِ بَيْنَ القرودِ

عَ عِطرَ الورودِ بَيْنَ القرودِ

And the sons of earth are like monkeys—how wasted

While the earth's sons are like apes

While earth's children are like apes—and how wasted,

Is the fragrance of roses among monkeys!

And did not scent the flowers among the apes

Is the perfume of roses amongst the apes.

أنتِ من ريشة الإله فلا تُلْقي

أنتِ من ريشة الإله فلا تُلْقي

بفنِّ السّما لِجَهْلِ العبيدِ

بفنِّ السّما لِجَهْلِ العبيدِ

You are the work of God's brush, so do not cast

You are from God's pen so do not cast

You are drawn by the brush of the Divine, so do not cast,

Heaven's art to the ignorance of slaves.

The art of heaven to the ignorance of slaves

The art of the heavens before the ignorance of slaves.

أنتِ لم تُخْلَقي ليقْرُبَكِ النَّاسُ

أنتِ لم تُخْلَقي ليقْرُبَكِ النَّاسُ

ولكنْ لتُعْبَدي من بعيدِ

ولكنْ لتُعْبَدي من بعيدِ

You were not created for people to approach you,

You were not created for people to approach you

You were not created for common men to draw near,

But to be worshipped from afar.

But to be worshipped from afar

But rather to be worshipped from afar.