شَمسٌa sun تَفيضُpours forth عَلىupon أَرضٍan earth تُباهيهاrivals it in splendor
شَمسٌ تَفيضُ عَلى أَرضٍ تُباهيها
جَداوِلاًstreams مِنfrom عُيونِsprings النورِthe light تُرويهاwaters it
جَداوِلاً مِن عُيونِ النورِ تُرويها
A sun pours upon an earth that rivals it in splendor
A sun pours out upon a land it's proud of
Streams from the springs of light, watering it.
Streams of light from springs quench its thirst
ياah حَبَّذاhow lovely شَمسُsun آذارٍMarch وَبَهجَتِهاand its joy
يا حَبَّذا شَمسُ آذارٍ وَبَهجَتِها
وَطولُand the length أَنفاسِهاits breaths وَالحُبُّand love يوهيهاweakens it
وَطولُ أَنفاسِها وَالحُبُّ يوهيها
Ah, how lovely March's sun and its joy,
Oh, the joy of March and its sun
And the length of its breaths, while love weakens it.
With its lingering breath and love intoxicates it
تَرِفُflutter أَنوارُهاits lights فَوقَabove الحُقولِthe fields كَماas
تَرِفُ أَنوارُها فَوقَ الحُقولِ كَما
رَفَّتfluttered عَلىupon جَبهَةِthe brow أَحلىsweetest أَمانيهاits hopes
رَفَّت عَلى جَبهَةِ أَحلى أَمانيها
Its lights flutter above the fields, as
Its lights hover above the fields as though
They fluttered on the brow of its sweetest hopes.
It caressed the brow of its sweetest wishes
كَأَنَّهاas though it were النورُthe light موسيقىmusic لَهاit has أُذنُan ear
كَأَنَّها النورُ موسيقى لَها أُذنُ
بَينَamong القُلوبِthe hearts تُغَنّيهاsings to them فَتُضحيهاthen bathes them in daylight
بَينَ القُلوبِ تُغَنّيها فَتُضحيها
As though the light were music with an ear
As if it were music its light has an ear
Among the hearts, singing to them and bathing them in daylight.
Among hearts it sings to them and wakes them
هُوَit الرَبيعُspring إِذاwhen هَبَتblew شَمائِلُهits northerly winds
هُوَ الرَبيعُ إِذا هَبَت شَمائِلُه
هَزَّshook البَسيطَةَthe earth دانيهاits near reaches وَقاصيهاand its far reaches
هَزَّ البَسيطَةَ دانيها وَقاصيها
It is spring: when its northerly breezes blow,
It's spring when its charms blow
It shakes the earth, its near reaches and its far.
It shook the plains, near and far
فَصلٌa season جَميلٌbeautiful مِنَfrom الجِناتِthe gardens مَشرِقَةٌradiant
فَصلٌ جَميلٌ مِنَ الجِناتِ مَشرِقَةٌ
تُبديreveals الطَبيعَةَnature فيهِin it كُلَّall ماthat which فيهاwithin it
تُبدي الطَبيعَةَ فيهِ كُلَّ ما فيها
A lovely season from radiant gardens,
A beautiful season from blooming heavens
In which nature reveals all that lies within it.
Nature reveals in it all that’s in her
كَأَنَّas though أَيّامَهُits days وَالسِحرُwhile magic يُطلِقُهاsets them free
كَأَنَّ أَيّامَهُ وَالسِحرُ يُطلِقُها
أَحلامُdreams حَسناءَa beautiful woman طافَتroamed فيin لَياليهاher nights
أَحلامُ حَسناءَ طافَت في لَياليها
As though its days, while magic sets them free,
As if its days and the magic dawn unleashes
Were dreams of a beautiful woman that roamed through her nights.
Dreams of beauties that wandered its nights
كَأَنَّماas though النورُthe light فَوقَabove العُشبِthe grass مَسرَحُهاher stage
كَأَنَّما النورُ فَوقَ العُشبِ مَسرَحُها
وَالزَهرُand the flowers أَسرابُهاher flocks رَفَّتfluttered عَلىupon فيهاher mouth
وَالزَهرُ أَسرابُها رَفَّت عَلى فيها
As though the light above the grass were her stage,
As if the light above the grass is its theater
And the flowers her flocks, fluttering upon her mouth.
And flowers are flocks that fluttered over it
زارَvisited الحُقولَthe fields وَأَحياand revived كُلَّevery نامِيَةٍgrowing thing
زارَ الحُقولَ وَأَحيا كُلَّ نامِيَةٍ
فَتاهَتِso it preened الأَرضُthe earth فيin أَبهىmost splendid غَواليهاits precious adornments
فَتاهَتِ الأَرضُ في أَبهى غَواليها
It visited the fields and revived every growing thing,
It visited the fields and gave life to all growing things
So the earth preened in its most splendid finery.
The earth was lost in its most wondrous finery
وَصَبَّand poured فيinto الزَهرِthe flowers أَعطاراًperfumes تَفوحُexhale fragrance بِهاwith them
وَصَبَّ في الزَهرِ أَعطاراً تَفوحُ بِها
وَلَقَّنَand taught الطَيرَthe birds أَنغاماًmelodies يُغَنّيهاsings them
وَلَقَّنَ الطَيرَ أَنغاماً يُغَنّيها
And poured into the flowers perfumes whose fragrance they exhale,
And poured into the flowers scents that diffuse through them
And taught the birds melodies they sing.
And taught the birds melodies with which to sing them
فَالجَوُّso the air بَحرٌa sea مِنَof الأَلحانِthe melodies مُصطَفِقٌsurging
فَالجَوُّ بَحرٌ مِنَ الأَلحانِ مُصطَفِقٌ
غَشّىenveloped الحَدائِقَthe gardens حَتّىuntil كادَalmost يُطميهاfloods them
غَشّى الحَدائِقَ حَتّى كادَ يُطميها
So the air is a surging sea of melodies,
The air is a sea of melodies overflowing
Enveloping the gardens until it almost floods them.
It covered the gardens until it almost blinded them
وَالريحُand the wind هامِسَةٌwhispering تَسريdrifts along مولَهَةًlovesick
وَالريحُ هامِسَةٌ تَسري مولَهَةً
تَشكوlaments هَوىًa love ظَلَّkept on طولَthroughout الفَصلِthe season يُضنيهاwears it down
تَشكو هَوىً ظَلَّ طولَ الفَصلِ يُضنيها
And the whispering wind drifts on, distraught with love,
And the breeze whispers as it gently blows
Lamenting a love that wore it down throughout the season.
Complaining of a love that all season long consumed it
كَأَنَّهاas though it were فيwithin ثَناياthe folds النورِthe light خافِتَةًfaint
كَأَنَّها في ثَنايا النورِ خافِتَةً
شَكوىa lament مُحِبٍّa lover يَكادُalmost الشَوقُlonging يُفنيهاextinguishes it
شَكوى مُحِبٍّ يَكادُ الشَوقُ يُفنيها
As though it were, faint within the folds of light,
As if subdued in the folds of light
A lover's lament that longing almost extinguishes.
The complaint of a lover whom longing almost finished
وَتَحسَبُand you think الزَهرَthe blossom وَالأَنداءَand the dewdrops تُضحِكُهُmake it smile
وَتَحسَبُ الزَهرَ وَالأَنداءَ تُضحِكُهُ
مُداهِناًa flatterer سَطَعَتgleamed فيهِwithin it لِآليهاtheir pearls
مُداهِناً سَطَعَت فيهِ لِآليها
And you would think the blossom, while dewdrops make it smile,
You'd think the flowers and echoes laugh at it
A flatterer, with their pearls gleaming within it.
Flirting, the sun rays in it gleamed radiantly over them
تَسبيكَcaptivate you حُسناًwith beauty فَإِنbut if أَهويتَstooped تَقطِفَهاpluck them
تَسبيكَ حُسناً فَإِن أَهويتَ تَقطِفَها
مَدَّتstretched out لَهاtoward them الشَمسُthe sun أَيديهاits hands لِتُخفيهاto hide them
مَدَّت لَها الشَمسُ أَيديها لِتُخفيها
They captivate you with beauty; but if you stoop to pluck them,
Gather up beauty, for if you yearn and pluck it
The sun stretches its hands toward them to hide them.
The sun extends its hands to hide it
وَالبُرتُقالُand the oranges نَواقيسٌbells مُذهَبَةٌgilded
وَالبُرتُقالُ نَواقيسٌ مُذهَبَةٌ
النَحلُthe bees يَنقِسُهاring them وَالريحُand the wind تَحكيهاechoes them
النَحلُ يَنقِسُها وَالريحُ تَحكيها
And the oranges are gilded bells,
And the oranges bells gilded
The bees ring them, and the wind echoes them.
Bees chime them and the wind tells of them
تُجيبُanswers شَدوَthe song غَديرٍa brook ماءُهُits water سَلِسٌsmooth-flowing
تُجيبُ شَدوَ غَديرٍ ماءُهُ سَلِسٌ
يَجريflows عَلىover لُؤلُؤِpearls الحَصباءِthe pebbles يُبريهاwears them smooth
يَجري عَلى لُؤلُؤِ الحَصباءِ يُبريها
Answering the song of a brook whose water flows smoothly,
Answering the burble of a brook whose water’s smooth
It flows over pearly pebbles, wearing them smooth.
Flowing over mother-of-pearl pebbles it polishes
فيin رَوضَةٍa garden صَدَحَتsang out أَطيارُهاits birds وَضَحَتand shone brightly
في رَوضَةٍ صَدَحَت أَطيارُها وَضَحَت
أَزهارُهاits flowers حينَwhen جادَتهاdrenched it غَواديهاits morning showers
أَزهارُها حينَ جادَتها غَواديها
In a garden whose birds sang out, and radiant grew
In a meadow whose birds trilled and flowers beamed
Its flowers when its morning showers drenched it.
When its valleys poured forth their plenty
توحيevokes إِلىto العَينِthe eye مِنfrom أَنوارِهاits lights صُوَراًimages
توحي إِلى العَينِ مِن أَنوارِها صُوَراً
شَتّىvaried المَناظِرِscenes فَوقَupon الأَرضِthe earth توحيهاit evokes them
شَتّى المَناظِرِ فَوقَ الأَرضِ توحيها
From its lights it evokes images before the eye,
It conjures up sights galore before the eye
Varied scenes upon the earth that it conjures.
Of varied views above the earth it conjures
طَبِعنَwere imprinted فيهاin it فَلَوso if أَرسَتrested أَشِعَّتَهاits rays
طَبِعنَ فيها فَلَو أَرسَت أَشِعَّتَها
عَلىupon خَلاءِan empty expanse أَرتِهاwould show it فِتنَةًenchantment فيهاwithin it
عَلى خَلاءِ أَرتِها فِتنَةً فيها
They were imprinted in it; so if it rested its rays
Imprinted on it, that if it sent its rays
On an empty expanse, they would show it enchantment there.
Upon the void of its domain, sedition in it
فَقُمso rise بِناwith us نَجتَليlet us behold نورَthe light الرَبيعِof spring عَلىover الthe
فَقُم بِنا نَجتَلي نورَ الرَبيعِ عَلى ال
سُنبَلاوينِSinbillawin وَنَلهوand we frolic فيin ضَواحيهاits outskirts
سُنبَلاوينِ وَنَلهو في ضَواحيها
So rise with us to behold spring's light over al-
So come, let's gather the light of spring upon the
Sinbillawin, and let us frolic in its outskirts.
Wheat stalks and frolic in its outskirts
وَنُرسِلُand we release الروحَthe soul تَسموsoars نَحوَtoward فاتِنَهاits enchanter
وَنُرسِلُ الروحَ تَسمو نَحوَ فاتِنَها
خَلصانَةunburdened خَلَعَتcast off عَنهاfrom itself أَمانيهاits wishes
خَلصانَة خَلَعَت عَنها أَمانيها
And let us release the soul to soar toward its enchanter,
And free the soul to soar toward its charmer
Unburdened, having cast off its wishes.
A coquette who has shed her wishes from herself
فَطالَماfor so often عَذَّبَتهاtormented it مِنthrough تَدُلُّلِهاtheir coyness
فَطالَما عَذَّبَتها مِن تَدُلُّلِها
وَطالَماand so often أَرهَقَتهاexhausted it مِنthrough تَجَنيهاtheir unjust treatment
وَطالَما أَرهَقَتها مِن تَجَنيها
For so often they tormented it with their coyness,
Long has it tormented her with its flirting
And so often exhausted it with their unjust treatment.
Long has it wearied her with its teasing
وَتِلكَand that لَوif كُنتَyou were تَدريknow خَيرَthe best مَرحَلَةٍa journey stage
وَتِلكَ لَو كُنتَ تَدري خَيرَ مَرحَلَةٍ
لِلأُنجُمِto the stars الزُهرِradiant تَهديناguides us بِزاهيهاby their brilliance
لِلأُنجُمِ الزُهرِ تَهدينا بِزاهيها
And that, if you knew, is the finest passage
And that is, if you but know the best place
To the radiant stars, guiding us by their brilliance.
For stars, flowers to guide us with their bloom
Sol 6.1