قَدindeed شَرَّدَdrove away الصُبحُdawn هَذاthis اللَيلَnight عَنfrom أُفُقِهits horizon
قَد شَرَّدَ الصُبحُ هَذا اللَيلَ عَن أُفُقِه
وَسَوَّغَand made easy to swallow الدَهرُTime ماwhat قَدalready كانَhad been مِنof شَرَقِهits choking
وَسَوَّغَ الدَهرُ ما قَد كانَ مِن شَرَقِه
Dawn has driven this night from its horizon,
and Time has made easy to swallow what once choked it.
سيقَتwas brought إِلىto الخَلقِmankind فيat النَيروزِNowruz عافِيَةٌwell-being
سيقَت إِلى الخَلقِ في النَيروزِ عافِيَةٌ
بِهاthrough it شَفاهُمhealed them جَديدُthe renewal الدَهرِof Time مِنof خَلَقِهits decay
بِها شَفاهُم جَديدُ الدَهرِ مِن خَلَقِه
Well-being was brought to mankind at Nowruz;
through it, Time's renewal healed them of its decay.
ياah رُبَّmany a مُصطَبِحٍone taking a morning draught بِالبَثِّwith sorrow مُغتَبِقٍone taking an evening draught
يا رُبَّ مُصطَبِحٍ بِالبَثِّ مُغتَبِقٍ
ضُحىًat forenoon وَمُشتَجِرٍand propping his chin on his hand لَيلاًat night وَمُرتَفِقِهand leaning upon it
ضُحىً وَمُشتَجِرٍ لَيلاً وَمُرتَفِقِه
Ah, how many a man, drinking sorrow at dawn and taking his evening draught
at forenoon, propping his chin by night and leaning on sorrow,
لَمّاwhen اِكتَسىdonned القاسِمُal-Qasim البُردَthe cloak الأَنيقَthe splendid عَداrushed
لَمّا اِكتَسى القاسِمُ البُردَ الأَنيقَ عَدا
إِلىto السُرورِjoy فَأَعداهُso it aided him عَلىagainst خَرَقِهhis bewilderment
إِلى السُرورِ فَأَعداهُ عَلى خَرَقِه
when al-Qasim donned the splendid cloak, rushed
to joy, which helped him overcome his bewilderment!
اللَهُGod عافاهُrestored him to health مِنfrom كَربٍanguish وَمِنand from وَصَبٍsickness
اللَهُ عافاهُ مِن كَربٍ وَمِن وَصَبٍ
كادَnearly السَماحُgenerosity يَذوقُtasted المَوتَdeath مِنfrom فَرَقِهits terror
كادَ السَماحُ يَذوقُ المَوتَ مِن فَرَقِه
God healed him of anguish and sickness;
generosity had nearly tasted death from its terror.
لَمnot يَبقَremained ذوpossessing كَرَمٍgenerosity إِلّاexcept وَجامِعَةٌand a shackle
لَم يَبقَ ذو كَرَمٍ إِلّا وَجامِعَةٌ
ثَقيلَةٌheavy قَدalready حَناهاbent it الدَهرُTime فيaround عُنُقِهhis neck
ثَقيلَةٌ قَد حَناها الدَهرُ في عُنُقِه
No generous man remained without a shackle,
a heavy one that Time had bent around his neck.
أَجناكَmade you reap مِنfrom ثَمَراتِthe fruits البِرِّof goodness أَينَعَهاthe ripest of them
أَجناكَ مِن ثَمَراتِ البِرِّ أَينَعَها
رَبٌّa Lord كَساكَclothed you الأَثيثَthe luxuriant النَضرَthe verdant مِنof وَرَقِهits foliage
رَبٌّ كَساكَ الأَثيثَ النَضرَ مِن وَرَقِه
You were granted the ripest fruits of goodness
by a Lord who clothed you in its lush, verdant foliage,
حَتّىuntil يُقالَit is said لَقَدindeed أَضحىhas now become أَبوAbu (father of) دُلَفٍDulaf
حَتّى يُقالَ لَقَد أَضحى أَبو دُلَفٍ
وَخَلقُهُand his outward form قَدindeed طَغىhas surpassed حُسناًin beauty عَلىbeyond خُلُقِهhis character
وَخَلقُهُ قَد طَغى حُسناً عَلى خُلُقِه
until it is said, 'Indeed, Abu Dulaf has now become
one whose beauty of form outshines his character.'
Sol 6.1