يَدُthe hand of المَلِكِthe king العَلَويAlawi الكَريمgenerous
يَدُ المَلِكِ العَلَوي الكَريم
عَلىon behalf of العلمِscience هَزَّتstirred أَخاهُits brother الأَدَبliterature
عَلى العلمِ هَزَّت أَخاهُ الأَدَب
The hand of the generous Alawi king
The generous lofty hand of the king
has stirred science's brother, literature, on science's behalf.
Waved to his brother literature
لِسانُthe tongue of الكِنانَةِthe Quiver (Egypt) فيin شُكرِهاthanking it
لِسانُ الكِنانَةِ في شُكرِها
وَماand not هُوَit إِلّاexcept لِسانُthe tongue of العَرَبthe Arabs
وَما هُوَ إِلّا لِسانُ العَرَب
The tongue of Egypt, the Quiver, gives thanks to that hand,
The tongue of flattery in its gratitude
and it is none other than the tongue of the Arabs.
Is nothing but the tongue of Arabs
قَضَتfulfilled مِصرُEgypt حاجَتَهاher need ياO عَلِيُّAli
قَضَت مِصرُ حاجَتَها يا عَلِيُّ
وَنالَتand she attained وَنالَand attained بَنوهاher sons الأَرَبthe desired aim
وَنالَت وَنالَ بَنوها الأَرَب
Egypt has fulfilled her need, O Ali,
Egypt has fulfilled its need, O Ali
and she has gained her desire, as have her sons.
And its children gained the four A's
وَهَنَّأتُand I congratulated بِالرُتَبِon the honors العَبقَرِيِّthe genius
وَهَنَّأتُ بِالرُتَبِ العَبقَرِيِّ
وَهَنَّأتُand I congratulated بِالعَبقَرِيِّon the genius الرُتَبthe honors
وَهَنَّأتُ بِالعَبقَرِيِّ الرُتَب
And I congratulated the genius on the honors,
I congratulate the genius with ranks
and congratulated the honors on the genius.
And I congratulate the ranks with the genius
عَلِيُّAli لَقَدindeed لَقَّبَتكَhas named you البِلادُthe country
عَلِيُّ لَقَد لَقَّبَتكَ البِلادُ
بِآسيas the healer of الجِراحِwounds وَنِعمَand excellent is اللَقَبthe title
بِآسي الجِراحِ وَنِعمَ اللَقَب
Ali, the country has indeed named you
Ali, you were titled by the countries
'Healer of Wounds'—and what a fine title!
The healer of wounds, what a good title
سِلاحُكَyour weapon مِنamong أَدَواتِthe instruments of الحَياةِlife
سِلاحُكَ مِن أَدَواتِ الحَياةِ
وَكُلُّand every سِلاحٍweapon أَداةُan instrument of العَطَبdestruction
وَكُلُّ سِلاحٍ أَداةُ العَطَب
Your weapon is among the instruments of life,
Your weapon is made of life's tools
yet every weapon is an instrument of destruction.
And every weapon is a tool of harm
وَلَفظُكَand your speech بِنجٌan anesthetic (henbane) وَلَكِنَّهُand yet it
وَلَفظُكَ بِنجٌ وَلَكِنَّهُ
لَطيفُgentle الصَباthe east breeze فيin جُفونِthe eyelids of العَصَبthe nerves
لَطيفُ الصَبا في جُفونِ العَصَب
And your speech is an anesthetic, yet it is
Your words are benign but
a gentle east breeze in the eyelids of the nerves.
Gentle as youth on the eyelids of severity
أَنامِلُfingertips مِثلُlike بَنانِthe fingers of المَسيحِthe Messiah
أَنامِلُ مِثلُ بَنانِ المَسيحِ
أَواسيhealers of الجِراحِwounds مَواحيerasers of النُدَبscars
أَواسي الجِراحِ مَواحي النُدَب
Fingertips like the fingers of the Messiah,
Your fingers like the Messiah's figs
healers of wounds, erasers of scars.
Healers of wounds, erasers of scars
تُعالِجُtreat كَفّاكَyour two hands بُؤسَthe misery of الحَياةِlife
تُعالِجُ كَفّاكَ بُؤسَ الحَياةِ
فَكَفٌّfor one hand تُداويheals وَكَفٌّand one hand تَهَبgives
فَكَفٌّ تُداوي وَكَفٌّ تَهَب
Your two hands treat life's misery:
Your palms treat the misery of life
for one hand heals, and one hand gives.
A palm that treats and a palm that bestows
وَيَستَمسِكُand is held fast الدَمُblood فيin راحَتَيكَyour two palms
وَيَستَمسِكُ الدَمُ في راحَتَيكَ
وَفَوقَهُماand upon them both لاdoes not يَقَرُّrest الذَهَبgold
وَفَوقَهُما لا يَقَرُّ الذَهَب
And blood is held fast in your two palms,
And blood clings to your palms
yet gold will not rest upon them.
Above which neither settles nor rests gold
كَأَنَّكَas though you were لِلمَوتِfor death مَوتٌa death أُتيحَwas appointed
كَأَنَّكَ لِلمَوتِ مَوتٌ أُتيحَ
فَلَمso it did not يَرَsee وَجهَكَyour face إِلّاexcept هَرَبit fled
فَلَم يَرَ وَجهَكَ إِلّا هَرَب
As though you were a death appointed for Death,
It's as if you're death to death itself
so it never saw your face without fleeing.
Who saw your face fled
Sol 6.1