وَرَدَarrived الكِتَابُthe letter فأَوْرَدَand thus brought الأَفْرَاحَاjoys
وَرَدَ الكِتَابُ فأَوْرَدَ الأَفْرَاحَا
وأزَالَand removed عَنَّاfrom us الهَمَّworry والأتْرَاحَاand sorrows
وأزَالَ عَنَّا الهَمَّ والأتْرَاحَا
The letter arrived and brought joys,
The book arrived bringing joy,
And banished from us worry and sorrows.
Removing sorrow and distress from us.
قَدْalready كَانَhad أغلقَتِclosed المَسَرَّةُjoy بَابَهاits door
قَدْ كَانَ أغلقَتِ المَسَرَّةُ بَابَها
حتَّىuntil أتَىit came فَغَدَاand so became لهاfor it مِفْتَاحَاa key
حتَّى أتَى فَغَدَا لها مِفْتَاحَا
Joy had already closed its door,
Happiness had shut its door,
Until it came and became a key to joy.
Until it came and opened locks.
لَمْdid not يدجُgrow dark لَيلُnight مُلمَّةٍa calamity إلاَّexcept that غَدَاit became
لَمْ يدجُ لَيلُ مُلمَّةٍ إلاَّ غَدَا
بِسَنَاهُby its radiance فيin ظلمائِهاits darkness مصْبَاحَاa lamp
بِسَنَاهُ في ظلمائِها مصْبَاحَا
No night of calamity grew dark but it became
No night of darkness remains
By its radiance, a lamp amid that calamity’s darkness.
Except its light becomes within it a lamp.
أطْلقتَyou were freed منfrom أَسْرِcaptivity الهُمُومِcares بِهِby it فَطِرْso fly
أطْلقتَ من أَسْرِ الهُمُومِ بِهِ فَطِرْ
فَلَقَدْfor indeed يَكُونُmay be لماfor what يَسُرُّbrings joy جَنَاحَاa wing
فَلَقَدْ يَكُونُ لما يَسُرُّ جَنَاحَا
You were freed by it from the captivity of cares—so fly;
You released me from the shackles of worries through it,
For it may indeed be a wing for what brings joy.
So it will have wings for what makes me happy.
Sol 6.1