سَلامٌa greeting كَنَشرِlike the fragrance of الرَوضِthe garden باكرَهُvisited it at dawn العَهدُfresh rain
سَلامٌ كَنَشرِ الرَوضِ باكرَهُ العَهدُ
وَأَمسَتand at evening were ذَواتُthe bearers of الطَوقِneck-rings فيin أَيكِهِits grove تَشدوsinging
وَأَمسَت ذَواتُ الطَوقِ في أَيكِهِ تَشدو
A greeting like the fragrance of a garden visited at dawn by fresh rain,
While ring-necked doves sing at evening in its grove,
عَلىupon مَعهَدٍan abode ساميlofty الذُراthe summits واسِعspacious الدِراthe grounds
عَلى مَعهَدٍ سامي الذُرا واسِع الدِرا
إِلَيهِto it تَناهىreached its utmost الفَخرُpride وَالفَضلُand excellence وَالمَجدُand glory
إِلَيهِ تَناهى الفَخرُ وَالفَضلُ وَالمَجدُ
Upon an abode of lofty summits and spacious grounds,
Where pride, excellence, and glory reach their utmost.
لَهُit has شَرَفٌeminence لَوif حَلَّتِalighted الشَمسُthe sun بُرحَهُits precincts
لَهُ شَرَفٌ لَو حَلَّتِ الشَمسُ بُرحَهُ
لَماit would not كُسِفَتbe eclipsed يَوماًon any day وَلاnor راعَهاfrighten it ضِدُّa rival
لَما كُسِفَت يَوماً وَلا راعَها ضِدُّ
It has such eminence that, were the sun to alight in its precincts,
It would never be eclipsed, nor would any rival alarm it.
وَمَنزِلَةٌand a station تَسموsurpasses المَنازِلthe stations قَدindeed رَناgazed
وَمَنزِلَةٌ تَسمو المَنازِل قَد رَنا
إِلَيهاtoward it عَلىatop ساميthe loftiest of مَنازِلِهِits stations السَعدُFortune
إِلَيها عَلى سامي مَنازِلِهِ السَعدُ
And a station surpassing all stations—a gaze has been cast
Toward it by Fortune, from the loftiest of its stations.
سَقاهاmay He water them وَحَيّاهاand bless them الإِلَهGod مَنازِلاًdwellings
سَقاها وَحَيّاها الإِلَه مَنازِلاً
لِسُكّانِهاfor their inhabitants وَسطَwithin الحَشاthe heart أَبَداًforever وَجدُpassionate longing
لِسُكّانِها وَسطَ الحَشا أَبَداً وَجدُ
May God water and bless those dwellings,
For whose inhabitants longing lives forever within my heart.
فَلِلَّهِso, praise be to God لَيلa night فيin حِماهاtheir sanctuary قَطَعتُهُI spent it
فَلِلَّهِ لَيل في حِماها قَطَعتُهُ
بُحسنِwith the beauty of حَديثٍconversation دونَbelow لَذّتِهِits delight الشَهدُhoney
بُحسنِ حَديثٍ دونَ لَذّتِهِ الشَهدُ
Praise be to God for a night I spent within their sanctuary,
In lovely conversation whose delight surpassed honey.
حَديثٌconversation لَوif أَنَّthat المَيتَthe dead man يُدعىis summoned بِمثلِهِwith its like
حَديثٌ لَو أَنَّ المَيتَ يُدعى بِمثلِهِ
أَجابَhe would answer وَلَبّىand heed the call بَعدَafter ماthat ضَمّهenfolded him لَحدُa burial niche
أَجابَ وَلَبّى بَعدَ ما ضَمّه لَحدُ
Conversation such that, were a dead man summoned with its like,
He would answer and heed the call, even after a grave had enfolded him.
Sol 6.1