أَناI المَدرَسَةُthe school اِجعَلنيregard me
أَنا المَدرَسَةُ اِجعَلني
كَأُمٍّlike a mother لاdo not تَمِلturn away عَنّيfrom me
كَأُمٍّ لا تَمِل عَنّي
I am the school; regard me
As a mother; do not turn away from me.
وَلاand do not تَفزَعbe frightened كَمَأخوذٍlike someone taken away
وَلا تَفزَع كَمَأخوذٍ
مِنَfrom البَيتِthe house إِلىto السِجنِthe prison
مِنَ البَيتِ إِلى السِجنِ
And do not be frightened like someone taken
From home to prison,
كَأَنّيas though I were وَجهُface صَيّادٍa hunter
كَأَنّي وَجهُ صَيّادٍ
وَأَنتَand you الطَيرُthe bird فيon الغُصنِthe branch
وَأَنتَ الطَيرُ في الغُصنِ
As though I were a hunter's face
And you the bird upon the branch.
وَلاand no بُدَّescape لَكَfor you اليَومَtoday
وَلا بُدَّ لَكَ اليَومَ
وَإِلّاand if not فَغَداًthen tomorrow مِنّيfrom me
وَإِلّا فَغَداً مِنّي
And you are bound, today—
Or else tomorrow—to need me.
أَوِor اِستَغنِdispense عَنِwith العَقلِreason
أَوِ اِستَغنِ عَنِ العَقلِ
إِذَنthen عَنِّيَwith me تَستَغنيyou can dispense
إِذَن عَنِّيَ تَستَغني
Or dispense with reason;
Then you can dispense with me.
أَناI المِصباحُthe lamp لِلفِكرِfor thought
أَنا المِصباحُ لِلفِكرِ
أَناI المِفتاحُthe key لِلذِهنِto the mind
أَنا المِفتاحُ لِلذِهنِ
I am the lamp for thought;
I am the key to the mind.
أَناI البابُthe door إِلىto المَجدِglory
أَنا البابُ إِلى المَجدِ
تَعالَcome اِدخُلenter عَلىwith اليُمنِgood fortune
تَعالَ اِدخُل عَلى اليُمنِ
I am the door to glory;
Come, enter with good fortune.
غَداًtomorrow تَرتَعُyou will frolic فيin حَوشيmy courtyard
غَداً تَرتَعُ في حَوشي
وَلاand not تَشبَعُyou have your fill مِنfrom صَحنيmy plate
وَلا تَشبَعُ مِن صَحني
Tomorrow you will frolic in my courtyard,
And never have your fill from my plate.
وَأَلقاكَand I meet you بِإِخوانٍwith brothers
وَأَلقاكَ بِإِخوانٍ
يُدانونَكَthey are close to you فيin السِنِّage
يُدانونَكَ في السِنِّ
And I shall welcome you with brothers
Who are close to you in age—
تُناديهمyou call to them بِيافِكريwith 'O Fikri!'
تُناديهم بِيافِكري
وَياand O شَوقيShawqi وَياand O حُسنيHusni
وَيا شَوقي وَيا حُسني
You call to them, 'O Fikri!'
And 'O Shawqi!' and 'O Husni!'—
وَآباءٍand fathers أَحَبّوكَthey have loved you
وَآباءٍ أَحَبّوكَ
وَماand not أَنتَyou لَهُمto them بِاِبنِa son
وَما أَنتَ لَهُم بِاِبنِ
And fathers who have loved you,
Though you are no son of theirs.
Sol 6.1