عَلاّمَةgreat scholar البَلغاءof the eloquent هَلis there? مِنany نَظرَةa glance
عَلاّمَة البَلغاء هَل مِن نَظرَة
تَشفىheals بِحُسنِthrough the beauty of شُمولِهhis encompassing embrace الاِرواحsouls
تَشفى بِحُسنِ شُمولِه الاِرواح
O master of the eloquent, is there a glance
O sign of eloquent ones, is there a glance
That heals souls through his gracious embrace?
That heals with the beauty of its inclusiveness, the souls?
وَلَكَand yours are المَفاخِرُglories فيamong البَرِيَّةcreation حِليَةan adornment
وَلَكَ المَفاخِرُ في البَرِيَّة حِليَة
كُلall الاِنامhumankind لِحُسنِهاin its beauty تَرتاحُtakes delight
كُل الاِنام لِحُسنِها تَرتاحُ
And your glories are an adornment among creation;
And you have the glories in the wilderness as adornment,
All humankind delights in its beauty.
All people find comfort in its beauty.
فَلأَنتَfor you indeed مَنthe one who شَهِدَbore witness الزَمانُtime بِمَجدِهِto his glory
فَلأَنتَ مَن شَهِدَ الزَمانُ بِمَجدِهِ
وَلأَنتَand you indeed بَينَamong أَولىthose endowed with الهُدىguidance مِصباحa lamp
وَلأَنتَ بَينَ أَولى الهُدى مِصباح
For you are indeed the one to whose glory time has borne witness;
So you are the one whom time has witnessed with its glory,
And you are indeed a lamp among the rightly guided.
And you are among the first of guidance, a lantern.
وَلأَنتَand you indeed رَوضُa garden فيin الفَضائِلِvirtues مُزهِرblossoming
وَلأَنتَ رَوضُ في الفَضائِلِ مُزهِر
دارَتwent round عَلىamid نَفَحاتِهِits fragrant breezes الاِقداحُthe goblets
دارَت عَلى نَفَحاتِهِ الاِقداحُ
And you are indeed a garden blossoming with virtues;
And you are a meadow blooming with virtues,
The goblets have gone round amid its fragrant breezes.
Goblets have passed around its fragrances.
أَبداever يَميلُinclines لِعُرفِهِtoward its fragrance مُتَعَطِّرone perfuming himself
أَبدا يَميلُ لِعُرفِهِ مُتَعَطِّر
ميلthe swaying of الغَواتيthe temptresses قَدalready شَجاهاhas stirred them الراحwine
ميل الغَواتي قَد شَجاها الراح
One seeking perfume ever inclines toward its fragrance,
Forever leaning towards its fragrant promontory
Like the sway of temptresses whom wine has stirred.
Is the leaning of yearning that the wind has stirred.
بِنَسيمِهاwith its breeze تَنسىyou forget الصَبابَةlovesick yearning نَشوَةrapture
بِنَسيمِها تَنسى الصَبابَة نَشوَة
ماas long as ناحَlamented أَيكىa woodland dove وَفاحَand breathed fragrance اِقاحdaisies
ما ناحَ أَيكى وَفاحَ اِقاح
With its breeze, you forget lovesick yearning in rapture,
With its breeze, youth forgets the intoxication
As long as a woodland dove laments and daisies breathe fragrance.
Of what has moaned, languished, and intertwined.
Sol 6.1