أَقولI say وَقَلبيand my heart وَالجَوارِحُand the limbs كُلَهاall of them
أَقول وَقَلبي وَالجَوارِحُ كُلَها
بِمَدحكin praising you مِنيfrom me سامعlistening وَمُطيعُand obedient
بِمَدحك مِني سامع وَمُطيعُ
I say, while my heart and all my limbs
My words and all my senses too
Listen to me and obey in praising you:
Proclaim your virtues as their due,
بَلابِلَO nightingales أَشعاريof my poems بِأَوصافِهِof his qualities طَرَبيsing joyfully
بَلابِلَ أَشعاري بِأَوصافِهِ طَرَبي
فَماfor not كُلall أَيامdays الزَمانof time رَبيعspring
فَما كُل أَيام الزَمان رَبيع
O nightingales of my poems, sing joyfully of his qualities,
My poetry extols its theme,
For not all the days of time are spring.
Not always is the world in spring.
Sol 6.1