آذارُMarch أَقبَلَhas come قُمrise بِناwith us ياO صاحِfriend
آذارُ أَقبَلَ قُم بِنا يا صاحِ
حَيِّgreet الرَبيعَspring حَديقَةَthe garden of الأَرواحِsouls
حَيِّ الرَبيعَ حَديقَةَ الأَرواحِ
March has come; rise with us, my friend.
Greet spring, the garden of souls.
وَاِجمَعand gather نَدامىdrinking companions الظَرفِwit تَحتَbeneath لِوائِهِhis banner
وَاِجمَع نَدامى الظَرفِ تَحتَ لِوائِهِ
وَاِنشُرand spread بِساحَتِهِin his courtyard بِساطَthe carpet of الراحِwine
وَاِنشُر بِساحَتِهِ بِساطَ الراحِ
And gather witty drinking companions beneath his banner.
And spread the carpet of wine within his court.
صَفوٌpure delight أُتيحَwas granted فَخُذso take لِنَفسِكَfor yourself قِسطَهاits share
صَفوٌ أُتيحَ فَخُذ لِنَفسِكَ قِسطَها
فَالصَفوُfor pure delight لَيسَis not عَلىthroughout المَدىall time بِمُتاحِavailable
فَالصَفوُ لَيسَ عَلى المَدى بِمُتاحِ
Pure delight is granted; take your share,
For delight is not forever granted.
وَاِجلِسand sit بِضاحِكَةِin the smiling part of الرِياضِthe gardens مُصَفِّقاًclapping
وَاِجلِس بِضاحِكَةِ الرِياضِ مُصَفِّقاً
لِتَجاوُبِto the answering strains of الأَوتارِthe strings وَالأَقداحِand the goblets
لِتَجاوُبِ الأَوتارِ وَالأَقداحِ
And sit amid the smiling gardens, clapping
To the answering music of strings and goblets.
وَاِستَأنِسَنَّand do seek companionship مِنَamong السُقاةِthe cupbearers بِرُفقَةٍwith a company
وَاِستَأنِسَنَّ مِنَ السُقاةِ بِرُفقَةٍ
غُرٍّbright-faced كَأَمثالِin the likeness of النُجومِthe stars صِباحِhandsome
غُرٍّ كَأَمثالِ النُجومِ صِباحِ
And seek the company of a band of cupbearers,
Bright-faced and handsome as the stars.
رَقَّتgrew refined كَنُدمانِlike the drinking companions of المُلوكِkings خِلالُهُمtheir manners
رَقَّت كَنُدمانِ المُلوكِ خِلالُهُم
وَتَجَمَّلواand they adorned themselves بِمُروءَةٍwith chivalry وَسَماحِand generosity
وَتَجَمَّلوا بِمُروءَةٍ وَسَماحِ
Their manners are refined, like those of royal companions,
And they adorn themselves with honor and generosity.
وَاِجعَلand make صَبوحَكَyour morning draught فيat البُكورِdaybreak سَليلَةًa daughter
وَاِجعَل صَبوحَكَ في البُكورِ سَليلَةً
لِلمُنجِبَينِof the two noble parents الكَرمِthe vine وَالتُفّاحِand the apple
لِلمُنجِبَينِ الكَرمِ وَالتُفّاحِ
And make your draught at daybreak a daughter
Of the two noble parents, the vine and the apple.
مَهماwhenever فَضَضتَyou unsealed دِنانَهاits wine-jars فَاِستَضحَكَتand it burst into laughter
مَهما فَضَضتَ دِنانَها فَاِستَضحَكَت
مُلِئَwas filled المَكانُthe place سَنىًradiance وَطيبَand the fragrance of نُقاحِpure wine
مُلِئَ المَكانُ سَنىً وَطيبَ نُقاحِ
Whenever you unseal its jars and it bursts into laughter,
The place fills with radiance and the fragrance of pure wine.
تَطغىit runs riot فَإِنbut if ذَكَرَتit recalls كَريمَthe nobility of أُصولِهاits roots
تَطغى فَإِن ذَكَرَت كَريمَ أُصولِها
خَلَعَتit bestowed عَلىupon النَشوانِthe drunkard حِليَةَthe adornment of صاحيa sober person
خَلَعَت عَلى النَشوانِ حِليَةَ صاحي
It runs riot; but when it recalls its noble roots,
It clothes the drunkard in the adornment of the sober.
فِرعَونُPharaoh خَبَّأَهاstored it away لِيَومِfor the day of فُتوحِهِhis conquests
فِرعَونُ خَبَّأَها لِيَومِ فُتوحِهِ
وَأَعَدَّand prepared مِنهاfrom it قُربَةًan offering لِفَتاحِto Ptah
وَأَعَدَّ مِنها قُربَةً لِفَتاحِ
Pharaoh stored it for the day of his conquests,
And prepared from it an offering to Ptah.
ماthe space بَينَbetween شادٍa singer فيin المَجالِسِthe gatherings أَيكُهُhis grove
ما بَينَ شادٍ في المَجالِسِ أَيكُهُ
وَمُحَجَّباتِand the veiled birds of الأَيكِthe grove فيin الأَدواحِthe great trees
وَمُحَجَّباتِ الأَيكِ في الأَدواحِ
Between a singer whose grove is the gathering
And the grove's veiled birds among the great trees,
غَرِدٌa songster عَلىupon أَوتارِهِhis strings يوحيgives inspiration إِلىto
غَرِدٌ عَلى أَوتارِهِ يوحي إِلى
غَرِدٍa songster عَلىupon أَغصانِهِhis boughs صَدّاحِfull-throated
غَرِدٍ عَلى أَغصانِهِ صَدّاحِ
A songster upon his strings gives inspiration
To a full-throated songster upon his boughs.
بيضُwhite القَلانِسِcaps فيin سَوادِthe blackness of جَلابِبٍgowns
بيضُ القَلانِسِ في سَوادِ جَلابِبٍ
حُلّينَthey were adorned بِالأَطواقِwith collars وَالأَوضاحِand silver ornaments
حُلّينَ بِالأَطواقِ وَالأَوضاحِ
White-capped, in the black of their gowns,
Adorned with collars and silver ornaments,
رَتَّلنَthey chanted فيamong أَوراقِهِنَّtheir leaves مَلاحِناًmelodies
رَتَّلنَ في أَوراقِهِنَّ مَلاحِناً
كَالراهِباتِlike nuns صَبيحَةَon the morning of الإِفصاحِEaster
كَالراهِباتِ صَبيحَةَ الإِفصاحِ
They chant melodies among their leaves,
Like nuns on Easter morning.
يَخطُرنَthey step gracefully بَينَbetween أَرائِكٍcouches وَمَنابِرٍand pulpits
يَخطُرنَ بَينَ أَرائِكٍ وَمَنابِرٍ
فيin هَيكَلٍa temple مِنof سُندُسٍfine silk فَيّاحِfragrant
في هَيكَلٍ مِن سُندُسٍ فَيّاحِ
They step gracefully between couches and pulpits,
In a temple of sweetly fragrant silk.
مَلِكُking of النَباتِplants فَكُلُّso every أَرضٍland دارُهُhis home
مَلِكُ النَباتِ فَكُلُّ أَرضٍ دارُهُ
تَلقاهُyou meet him بِالأَعراسِat weddings وَالأَفراحِand celebrations
تَلقاهُ بِالأَعراسِ وَالأَفراحِ
King of growing things—every land is his home;
You meet him at weddings and celebrations.
مَنشورَةٌunfurled أَعلامُهُhis banners مِنof أَحمَرٍred
مَنشورَةٌ أَعلامُهُ مِن أَحمَرٍ
قانٍdeep crimson وَأَبيَضَand white فيon الرُبىthe hills لَمّاحِgleaming
قانٍ وَأَبيَضَ في الرُبى لَمّاحِ
His banners are unfurled in red—
Deep crimson—and white, flashing on the hills.
لَبِسَتput on لِمَقدَمِهِfor his arrival الخَمائِلُthe groves وَشيَهاtheir brocade
لَبِسَت لِمَقدَمِهِ الخَمائِلُ وَشيَها
وَمَرَحنَand they frolicked فيin كَنَفٍa shelter لَهُof his وَجَناحِand a wing
وَمَرَحنَ في كَنَفٍ لَهُ وَجَناحِ
For his arrival the groves put on their brocade,
And frolicked in his shelter and beneath his wing.
يَغشىhe visits المَنازِلَthe homes مِنthrough لَواحِظِthe glances of نَرجِسٍnarcissi
يَغشى المَنازِلَ مِن لَواحِظِ نَرجِسٍ
آناًat times وَآناًand at times مِنthrough ثُغورِthe mouths of أَقاحِdaisies
آناً وَآناً مِن ثُغورِ أَقاحِ
He visits homes through the glances of narcissi,
Now, and now through the mouths of daisies.
وَرُؤوسُand the heads of مَنثورٍstock flowers خَفَضنَlowered لِعِزِّهِbefore his glory
وَرُؤوسُ مَنثورٍ خَفَضنَ لِعِزِّهِ
تيجانَهُنَّtheir crowns عَواطِرَfragrant الأَرواحِbreaths
تيجانَهُنَّ عَواطِرَ الأَرواحِ
And stock-flower heads lowered, before his glory,
Their crowns, fragrant of breath.
الوَردُthe roses فيupon سُرُرِthe couches of الغُصونِthe boughs مُفَتَّحٍopen
الوَردُ في سُرُرِ الغُصونِ مُفَتَّحٍ
مُتَقابِلٍfacing one another يُثنىpraise is offered عَلىto الفَتّاحِthe Opener
مُتَقابِلٍ يُثنى عَلى الفَتّاحِ
Roses lie open upon the couches of the boughs,
Facing one another, as the Opener is praised.
ضاحيradiant المَواكِبِthe processions فيin الرِياضِthe gardens مُمَيَّزٌdistinguished
ضاحي المَواكِبِ في الرِياضِ مُمَيَّزٌ
دونَapart from الزُهورِthe flowers بِشَوكَةٍby a thorn وَسِلاحِand a weapon
دونَ الزُهورِ بِشَوكَةٍ وَسِلاحِ
Bright in their garden pageants, they are set apart
From other flowers by thorn and weapon.
مَرَّpassed النَسيمُthe breeze بِصَفحَتَيهِover its two cheeks مُقبِلاًdrawing near
مَرَّ النَسيمُ بِصَفحَتَيهِ مُقبِلاً
مَرَّthe passing of الشِفاهِlips عَلىover خُدودِthe cheeks of مِلاحِbeauties
مَرَّ الشِفاهِ عَلى خُدودِ مِلاحِ
The breeze drew near and passed over their cheeks,
As lips pass over the cheeks of beauties.
هَتَكَtore away الرَدىdeath مِنfrom حُسنِهِits beauty وَبَهائِهِand its splendor
هَتَكَ الرَدى مِن حُسنِهِ وَبَهائِهِ
بِاللَيلِby night ماwhat نَسَجَتwove يَدُthe hand of الإِصباحِmorning
بِاللَيلِ ما نَسَجَت يَدُ الإِصباحِ
Death tore from their beauty and splendor
By night what the hand of morning had woven.
يُنبيكَtells you مَصرَعُهُits fall وَكُلٌّand all things زائِلٌare transient
يُنبيكَ مَصرَعُهُ وَكُلٌّ زائِلٌ
أَنَّthat الحَياةَlife كَغَدوَةٍlike a morning departure وَرَواحِand an evening return
أَنَّ الحَياةَ كَغَدوَةٍ وَرَواحِ
Their fall tells you—and all things pass away—
That life is like a morning departure and an evening return.
وَيَقائِقُand the petals النَسرينِthe eglantine فيon أَغصانِهاits boughs
وَيَقائِقُ النَسرينِ في أَغصانِها
كَالدُرِّlike pearls رُكِّبَwere set فيin صُدورِthe heads of رِماحِspears
كَالدُرِّ رُكِّبَ في صُدورِ رِماحِ
And the eglantine's petals upon its boughs
Are like pearls set in the heads of spears.
وَالياسَمينُand jasmine لَطيفُهُits delicate bloom وَنَقِيُّهُand its pure bloom
وَالياسَمينُ لَطيفُهُ وَنَقِيُّهُ
كَسَريرَةِlike the inner heart of المُتَنَزِّهِthe blameless المِسماحِthe open-handed
كَسَريرَةِ المُتَنَزِّهِ المِسماحِ
And jasmine, in its delicacy and purity,
Is like the heart of a blameless, open-handed soul.
مُتَأَلِّقٌgleaming خَلَلَamid الغُصونِthe boughs كَأَنَّهُas though it were
مُتَأَلِّقٌ خَلَلَ الغُصونِ كَأَنَّهُ
فيin بُلجَةِthe bright opening of الأَفنانِthe branches ضَوءُthe light of صَباحِmorning
في بُلجَةِ الأَفنانِ ضَوءُ صَباحِ
It gleams amid the boughs, as though it were
Morning light in the bright opening of the branches.
وَالجُلَّنارُand pomegranate blossom دَمٌblood عَلىupon أَوراقِهِits leaves
وَالجُلَّنارُ دَمٌ عَلى أَوراقِهِ
قانيdeep crimson الحُروفِthe edges كَخاتَمِlike the signet of السَفّاحِthe bloodshedder
قاني الحُروفِ كَخاتَمِ السَفّاحِ
And pomegranate blossom is blood upon its leaves,
Crimson-edged, like a bloodshedder's signet.
وَكَأَنَّand as though مَخزونَthe hidden bloom of البَنَفسَجِthe violet ثاكِلٌone bereaved
وَكَأَنَّ مَخزونَ البَنَفسَجِ ثاكِلٌ
يَلقىmeets القَضاءَfate بِخَشيَةٍwith reverent fear وَصَلاحِand piety
يَلقى القَضاءَ بِخَشيَةٍ وَصَلاحِ
And the violet, tucked away, seems one bereaved,
Meeting fate with reverent fear and piety.
وَعَلىand upon الخَواطِرِthe thoughts رِقَّةٌtenderness وَكَآبَةٌand melancholy
وَعَلى الخَواطِرِ رِقَّةٌ وَكَآبَةٌ
كَخَواطِرِlike the thoughts of الشُعَراءِpoets فيin الأَتراحِtimes of grief
كَخَواطِرِ الشُعَراءِ في الأَتراحِ
Upon its thoughts lie tenderness and melancholy,
Like poets' thoughts in times of grief.
وَالسَروُand the cypress فيin الحِبَرِstriped robes السَوابِغِflowing كاشِفٌbares
وَالسَروُ في الحِبَرِ السَوابِغِ كاشِفٌ
عَنfrom ساقِهِits leg كَمَليحَةٍlike a beautiful woman مِفراحِmerry
عَن ساقِهِ كَمَليحَةٍ مِفراحِ
And the cypress, in flowing striped robes, bares
Its leg, like a merry, lovely woman.
وَالنَخلُand the palm مَمشوقُslender العُذوقِthe fruit-clusters مُعَصَّبٌturbaned
وَالنَخلُ مَمشوقُ العُذوقِ مُعَصَّبٌ
مُتَزَيِّنٌadorned بِمَناطِقٍwith girdles وَوِشاحِand a sash
مُتَزَيِّنٌ بِمَناطِقٍ وَوِشاحِ
And the palm, with slender fruit-clusters, is turbaned,
Adorned with girdles and a sash,
كَبَناتِlike the daughters of فِرعَونٍPharaoh شَهِدنَthey witnessed مَواكِباًprocessions
كَبَناتِ فِرعَونٍ شَهِدنَ مَواكِباً
تَحتَbeneath المَراوِحِthe fans فيon نَهارٍa day ضاحِsunlit
تَحتَ المَراوِحِ في نَهارٍ ضاحِ
Like Pharaoh's daughters witnessing processions
Beneath fans upon a sunlit day.
وَتَرىand you see الفَضاءَthe sky كَحائِطٍlike a wall مِنof مَرمَرٍmarble
وَتَرى الفَضاءَ كَحائِطٍ مِن مَرمَرٍ
نُضِدَتwere arranged عَلَيهِupon it بَدائِعُmarvels of الأَلواحِpanels
نُضِدَت عَلَيهِ بَدائِعُ الأَلواحِ
And you see the sky like a wall of marble,
With wondrous panels arranged upon it.
الغَيمُthe clouds فيهِin it كَالنَعامِlike ostriches بَدينَةٌa plump one
الغَيمُ فيهِ كَالنَعامِ بَدينَةٌ
بَرَكَتcrouched وَأُخرىand another حَلَّقَتsoared بِجَناحِon wing
بَرَكَت وَأُخرى حَلَّقَت بِجَناحِ
The clouds there are like ostriches: a plump one
Crouches, while another soars on wing.
وَالشَمسُand the sun أَبهىmore splendid مِنthan عَروسٍa bride بُرقِعَتwas veiled
وَالشَمسُ أَبهى مِن عَروسٍ بُرقِعَت
يَومَon the day of الزِفافِthe wedding بِعَسجَدٍin gold وَضّاحِgleaming
يَومَ الزِفافِ بِعَسجَدٍ وَضّاحِ
And the sun is more splendid than a bride veiled
On her wedding day in gleaming gold.
وَالماءُand the water بِالواديin the valley يُخالُis imagined as مَسارِباًchannels
وَالماءُ بِالوادي يُخالُ مَسارِباً
مِنof زِئبَقٍquicksilver أَوor مُلقِياتِoutspread صِفاحِsword-blades
مِن زِئبَقٍ أَو مُلقِياتِ صِفاحِ
And the valley's water seems like channels
Of quicksilver, or sword-blades laid out.
بَعَثَتsent لَهُto it شَمسُthe sun of النَهارِday أَشِعَّةًrays
بَعَثَت لَهُ شَمسُ النَهارِ أَشِعَّةً
كانَتwere حُلىthe ornaments of النَيلوفَرِthe water-lily السَبّاحِfloating
كانَت حُلى النَيلوفَرِ السَبّاحِ
The sun of day sent rays to it;
They were jewels for the floating water-lily.
يَزهوglitters proudly عَلىupon وَرَقِthe leaves of الغُصونِthe boughs نَثيرُهاtheir scattered light
يَزهو عَلى وَرَقِ الغُصونِ نَثيرُها
زَهوَthe splendor of الجَواهِرِjewels فيin بُطونِthe hollows of الراحِpalms
زَهوَ الجَواهِرِ في بُطونِ الراحِ
Their scattered light glitters upon the boughs' leaves,
As jewels gleam in the hollows of palms.
وَجَرَتand turned سَواقٍwaterwheels كَالنَوادابِlike mourning women بِالقُرىin the villages
وَجَرَت سَواقٍ كَالنَوادابِ بِالقُرى
رُعنَthey startled الشَجِيَّthe sorrowful بِأَنَّةٍwith a moan وَنُواحِand wailing
رُعنَ الشَجِيَّ بِأَنَّةٍ وَنُواحِ
And waterwheels turned in the villages like mourning women,
Startling the sorrowful with groans and lament.
الشاكِياتُthe complaining ones وَماand never عَرَفنَthey knew صَبابَةًlove's longing
الشاكِياتُ وَما عَرَفنَ صَبابَةً
الباكِياتُthe weeping ones بِمَدمَعٍwith a tearful eye سَحّاحِpouring freely
الباكِياتُ بِمَدمَعٍ سَحّاحِ
Complainers, though they have never known love's longing,
Weepers, with tears that flow in torrents.
مِنof كُلِّevery بادِيَةِbare الضُلوعِribs غَليلَةٍthirst-parched
مِن كُلِّ بادِيَةِ الضُلوعِ غَليلَةٍ
وَالماءُand the water فيin أَحشائِهاits innards مِلواحِthirst-inducing
وَالماءُ في أَحشائِها مِلواحِ
Each bare-ribbed and parched with thirst,
Though the water in its belly only sharpens thirst.
تَبكيit weeps إِذاwhen رَتَبَتit is still وَتَضحَكُand laughs إِنif هَفَتit flutters
تَبكي إِذا رَتَبَت وَتَضحَكُ إِن هَفَت
كَالعيسِlike pale camels بَينَbetween تَنَشُّطٍliveliness وَرَزاحِand exhaustion
كَالعيسِ بَينَ تَنَشُّطٍ وَرَزاحِ
It weeps when still and laughs when it flutters,
Like pale camels, now lively, now exhausted.
هِيَit فيin السَلاسِلِchains وَالغُلولِand shackles وَجارُهاand its neighbor
هِيَ في السَلاسِلِ وَالغُلولِ وَجارُها
أَعمىblind يَنوءُstrains بِنيرِهِbeneath his yoke الفَدّاحِcrushing
أَعمى يَنوءُ بِنيرِهِ الفَدّاحِ
It is in chains and fetters, while its neighbor
Is blind and strains beneath his crushing yoke.
إِنّيindeed I لَأَذكُرُsurely remember بِالرَبيعِin spring وَحُسنِهِand its beauty
إِنّي لَأَذكُرُ بِالرَبيعِ وَحُسنِهِ
عَهدَthe days of الشَبابِyouth وَطِرفِهِand its steed المِمراحِhigh-spirited
عَهدَ الشَبابِ وَطِرفِهِ المِمراحِ
Indeed, in spring and its beauty I recall
The days of youth and its high-spirited steed.
هَلwhether كانَit was إِلّاanything but زَهرَةًa blossom كَزُهورِهِlike its blossoms
هَل كانَ إِلّا زَهرَةً كَزُهورِهِ
عَجِلَhastened الفَناءُdestruction لَهاto it بِغَيرِwithout جُناحِguilt
عَجِلَ الفَناءُ لَها بِغَيرِ جُناحِ
Was it anything but a blossom like spring's blossoms,
To which destruction hurried, though it bore no guilt?
هَولَHall كينِCaine مِصرُEgypt رِوايَةٌa tale لاnot تَنتَهيcomes to an end
هَولَ كينِ مِصرُ رِوايَةٌ لا تَنتَهي
مِنهاfrom it يَدُthe hand of الكُتّابِwriters وَالشُرّاحِand commentators
مِنها يَدُ الكُتّابِ وَالشُرّاحِ
Hall Caine, Egypt is a tale never exhausted
By the hands of writers and commentators.
فيهاin it مِنَsome of البُردِيِّpapyrus وَالمُزمورِand the psalm وَالand the
فيها مِنَ البُردِيِّ وَالمُزمورِ وَال
تَوراةِTorah وَالفُرقانِand the Qur'an وَالإِصحاحِand the biblical chapter
تَوراةِ وَالفُرقانِ وَالإِصحاحِ
It holds something of papyrus, of the psalm, and of the
Torah, the Qur'an, and the biblical chapter.
وَمِناand Menes وَقِمبيزٌand Cambyses إِلىto إِسكَندَرٍAlexander
وَمِنا وَقِمبيزٌ إِلى إِسكَندَرٍ
فَالقَيصَرَينِthen the two Caesars فِذىthen the possessor of الجَلالِmajesty صَلاحِSaladin
فَالقَيصَرَينِ فِذى الجَلالِ صَلاحِ
And Menes and Cambyses, down to Alexander,
Then the two Caesars, then majestic Saladin.
تِلكَthose الخَلائِقُpeoples وَالدُهورُand ages خَزانَةٌa treasury
تِلكَ الخَلائِقُ وَالدُهورُ خَزانَةٌ
فَاِبعَثso send forth خَيالَكَyour imagination يَأتِit will come بِالمِفتاحِwith the key
فَاِبعَث خَيالَكَ يَأتِ بِالمِفتاحِ
Those peoples and ages are a treasury;
So send forth your imagination; it will bring the key.
أُفقُthe horizon of البِلادِthe country وَأَنتَwhile you are بَينَamong رُبوعِهاits dwellings
أُفقُ البِلادِ وَأَنتَ بَينَ رُبوعِها
بِالنَجمِwith the star مُزدانٌadorned وَبِالمِصباحِand with the lamp
بِالنَجمِ مُزدانٌ وَبِالمِصباحِ
The country's horizon, while you dwell among its homes,
Is adorned with the star and with the lamp.
Sol 6.1