ياO ضارِباًroaming فيin رُبوعِthe regions of الريفِthe countryside مُغتَرِباًfar from home
يا ضارِباً في رُبوعِ الريفِ مُغتَرِباً
إِنif جِئتَyou come مونستَراMunster أَوor جِئتَyou come وَنتاWenta
إِن جِئتَ مونستَرا أَو جِئتَ وَنتا
O you who roam the countryside, far from home,
O wanderer traversing the countryside
If you come to Munster, or come to Wenta,
Whether you come to Münster or to Wente
فَاِسأَلthen ask هُناكَthere رُعاةَthe herdsmen of الريفِthe countryside عَنabout بَقَرٍcattle
فَاِسأَل هُناكَ رُعاةَ الريفِ عَن بَقَرٍ
يَكادُnearly يَشبَهُهاresembles them سَلهَمask them كَماas شِئتاyou wish
يَكادُ يَشبَهُها سَلهَم كَما شِئتا
Then ask the countryside's herdsmen there about cattle
Ask the country shepherds there about cows
That might come close to them—ask them as you please.
That resemble Salhame however you wish
هَيهاتَnever تَعثُرُyou find فيin الدُنياthe world عَلىupon أَحَدٍanyone
هَيهاتَ تَعثُرُ في الدُنيا عَلى أَحَدٍ
يُريكَshows you واحِدَةًa single cow فيin الحُسنِbeauty تَحكيهاmatches them
يُريكَ واحِدَةً في الحُسنِ تَحكيها
Never will you find anyone in the world
Alas, you will never find anyone in this world
Who can show you a single cow to match their beauty.
Who can show you one similar in beauty
ياO حُسنَهاtheir beauty وَهِيَwhile they تَرعىgraze فيin خَمائِلِهاtheir thickets
يا حُسنَها وَهِيَ تَرعى في خَمائِلِها
أَبقارَthe cows of كيريKerry وَتَلهوand they frolic فيin مَراعيهاtheir pastures
أَبقارَ كيري وَتَلهو في مَراعيها
O, how lovely they are as they graze in their thickets,
Oh her beauty as she grazes in her meadows
The cows of Kerry, frolicking in their pastures!
The cows of Kerry frolicking in their pastures
وَإِنand if تَهادَتthey sway gracefully إِلىtoward الأَسواقِthe markets تائِهَةًproudly
وَإِن تَهادَت إِلى الأَسواقِ تائِهَةً
مَعروضَةَon display الحُسنِbeauty مِنهاbecause of them يَخجَلُblush البَقَرُthe cattle
مَعروضَةَ الحُسنِ مِنها يَخجَلُ البَقَرُ
And if they sway proudly toward the markets,
And if she wanders confused to the markets
Their beauty on display, other cattle blush before them.
Her beauty on display, the cows are abashed
يَشدوsing لَهاto them شُعَراءُthe poets الحَيِّof the community قاطِبَةًall together
يَشدو لَها شُعَراءُ الحَيِّ قاطِبَةً
تَرنيمَةَa hymn الحُسنِto beauty وَالفَلّاحُand the farmer يَفتَخِرُtakes pride
تَرنيمَةَ الحُسنِ وَالفَلّاحُ يَفتَخِرُ
The poets of the community all sing to them
The poets of the neighborhood sing her praises
A hymn to beauty, and the farmer takes pride.
Songs of beauty while the farmer boasts
هُناكَthere تَرجوhope العَذارىthe maidens الغيدُgraceful لَوif only رَبَتَتthey stroked
هُناكَ تَرجو العَذارى الغيدُ لَو رَبَتَت
حَريرُthe silk مِعطَفِهاof their coats فيwith رِقَّةِthe tenderness of الآسيthe healer
حَريرُ مِعطَفِها في رِقَّةِ الآسي
There the graceful maidens long to stroke
There, the maidens wish that the silk
The silk of their coats with a healer's tenderness.
Of her coat were as soft as satin
الكُلُّeveryone يَمدَحُهاpraises them لاno بَلrather يُلاطِفُهاcaresses them
الكُلُّ يَمدَحُها لا بَل يُلاطِفُها
وَالكُلُّand everyone يَدعونَهاcalls them حَبّوبَةَthe darling of الناسِthe people
وَالكُلُّ يَدعونَها حَبّوبَةَ الناسِ
Everyone praises them—no, rather, caresses them,
Everyone admires her, rather, cajoles her
And everyone calls them the people's darling.
And all call her the darling of the people
وَثَمَّand there is أَبيضُa white one فيamong الأَبقارِthe cattle مُختَلِفٌdifferent
وَثَمَّ أَبيضُ في الأَبقارِ مُختَلِفٌ
أَوor أَحمَرُa red one نافِرُskittish الأَخلاقِin temperament خَوّارُmuch given to lowing
أَو أَحمَرُ نافِرُ الأَخلاقِ خَوّارُ
And among cattle there is a white one, different in nature,
Then there is a white or reddish cow
Or a red one, skittish in temper and given to lowing;
Ill-tempered, noisy, gluttonous
لَكِنbut أَبقارَthe cows of كيريKerry فيin وَداعَتِهاtheir docility
لَكِن أَبقارَ كيري في وَداعَتِها
هَيهاتَnever تَشبَهُهاmatch them فيin اللُطفِgentleness أَبقارُcattle
هَيهاتَ تَشبَهُها في اللُطفِ أَبقارُ
But the cows of Kerry, in their docility—
But the cows of Kerry are gentle
No cattle can match them in gentleness.
Alas, no cows can match their grace
أَحرىmore fitting بَأَلبانِهاwith their milk أَنthat تَغتَذيyou are nourished أُكلاًas food
أَحرى بَأَلبانِها أَن تَغتَذي أُكلاً
يَطيبُpleases مَعذَبُهُits sweet savor الغَرَّthe illustrious السَلاطيناsultans
يَطيبُ مَعذَبُهُ الغَرَّ السَلاطينا
Their milk is fit to nourish you as food
Their milk deserves to nourish the food
Whose sweet savor delights illustrious sultans.
That delights the throats of sultans
أَحرىmore fitting بِهاfor them أَنthat تُغذيthey nourish كُلَّevery مُدَّرِعٍmail-clad warrior
أَحرى بِها أَن تُغذي كُلَّ مُدَّرِعٍ
مُستَبسِلٍdauntless فيin الوَغىcombat يَغشىenters المَياديناthe battlefields
مُستَبسِلٍ في الوَغى يَغشى المَيادينا
They are worthy to nourish every mail-clad warrior,
It deserves to feed every armored knight
Dauntless in combat, entering the battlefields.
Plunging into battle, storming the fields
قولواsay لِمَنto whoever يَكتُبُwrites التاريخَhistory مُجتَهِداًdiligently
قولوا لِمَن يَكتُبُ التاريخَ مُجتَهِداً
أَبقارُthe cows of كيريKerry عِظامُgreat الفَضلِin merit وَالشانِand renown
أَبقارُ كيري عِظامُ الفَضلِ وَالشانِ
Tell the one who writes history diligently:
Tell those who diligently record history
The cows of Kerry are great in merit and renown.
The cows of Kerry are pillars of merit and fame
ضَمَّadd اِسمَهاtheir name دونَwithout لأَيكيٍtoil (unclear form) فيin الخُلودimmortality
ضَمَّ اِسمَها دونَ لأَيكيٍ في الخُلود
إِلىto جِدارِthe wall of طَروادَةَTroy أَوor كَلبِthe hound of أوسِيانِOssian
إِلى جِدارِ طَروادَةَ أَو كَلبِ أوسِيانِ
Give their name, without toil, a place in immortality,
Link their name to Helen’s in eternity
Beside the wall of Troy or the hound of Ossian.
On the walls of Troy or Canis Major
وَأَنتَand you ياO أَيُّهاyou الفَنّانُartist راسِمُهاtheir painter
وَأَنتَ يا أَيُّها الفَنّانُ راسِمُها
فيin ظِلِّthe shade of عَوسَجَةٍa thornbush فيin المَرجِthe meadow لَفّاءِthickly foliaged
في ظِلِّ عَوسَجَةٍ في المَرجِ لَفّاءِ
And you, O artist who paints them,
And you, o artist depicting her
In the shade of a thick-leaved thornbush in the meadow,
In the shade of oak trees, coils of ivy
صَوِّرpaint لَناfor us هذِهِthese الأَبقارَcows راعِيَةًgrazing
صَوِّر لَنا هذِهِ الأَبقارَ راعِيَةً
خُضرُgreen الأَعاشيبِgrasses فيin أَكنافِthe sheltered recesses of أَفياءِshade
خُضرُ الأَعاشيبِ في أَكنافِ أَفياءِ
Paint these cows for us as they graze
Paint for us these cows grazing
On green grasses in sheltered shade.
Green grass in the folds of meadows
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