يَميناً بِطِيبِ شَبابِ الزَّمانِ

يَميناً بِطِيبِ شَبابِ الزَّمانِ

غَداةَ الشبابِ وَنَيْلِ الأماني

غَداةَ الشبابِ وَنَيْلِ الأماني

I swear by the sweetness of time's youth,

With the prime of youth and the morn of wishes,

at youth's dawn and the fulfillment of wishes,

The cool of youth and cool of wine,

وبُرْدِ الشّبابِ وَبَرْدِ الشرابِ

وبُرْدِ الشّبابِ وَبَرْدِ الشرابِ

وَوَصْلِ الكِعَابِ وَظِلِّ الأَمَانِ

وَوَصْلِ الكِعَابِ وَظِلِّ الأَمَانِ

and by youth's mantle and the coolness of drink,

And join of friends in shelter's peace,

and union with full-breasted maidens and the shade of safety,

The spirit of gardens, the ease of life;

وَروحِ الجِنَانِ وَراحِ الدّنَانِ

وَروحِ الجِنَانِ وَراحِ الدّنَانِ

غَداةَ التَّعطُّفِ مِنْ خَيْزُرَانِ

غَداةَ التَّعطُّفِ مِنْ خَيْزُرَانِ

and the gardens' refreshing breeze and the wine of the jars,

When the soft airs spoke in the lithe boughs,

on the morning of a bamboo cane's tender bending,

And melodies in the plaintive songs-

وَمَا رَقّ مِنْ نَسَماتِ الصَّبا

وَمَا رَقّ مِنْ نَسَماتِ الصَّبا

وَمَا رَاقَ مِنْ نَغَماتِ المَثَاني

وَمَا رَاقَ مِنْ نَغَماتِ المَثَاني

and every gentle breath of the east wind,

And all was dew-drenched fragrance there,

and every delightful note of the lute strings,

A moon-rise on the bows of ban.

وكُلّ رَشاً فاتِر المُقْلَتَيْنِ

وكُلّ رَشاً فاتِر المُقْلَتَيْنِ

تَكوَّنَ بَدْراً عَلَى غُصْنِ بانِ

تَكوَّنَ بَدْراً عَلَى غُصْنِ بانِ

and every fawn with languid eyes

A gracious life midst the heights was mine,

that took shape as a full moon upon a bān-tree branch—

Spacious life midst thick-fruited trees,

أَليّة بَرٍّ قَشيبِ العُلى

أَليّة بَرٍّ قَشيبِ العُلى

رَحيبِ الفناءِ خَصيبِ المَجَانِي

رَحيبِ الفناءِ خَصيبِ المَجَانِي

the oath of a righteous man, splendid in lofty honor,

A life of faith, a life fulfilled

broad of courtyard, rich in harvests,

With glory crowned and firmly based;

أَبيّ الأباءِ وَفيِّ الوَفاءِ

أَبيّ الأباءِ وَفيِّ الوَفاءِ

سَنِيّ السَّناءِ مُبِينِ البَيَانِ

سَنِيّ السَّناءِ مُبِينِ البَيَانِ

unyielding in pride, faithful in fidelity,

I'll rise to glory, rise yet higher,

radiant in splendor, lucid in expression:

On fortune's summit sure and broad.

لأَسْعَى إِلى المَجْدِ أَسْمُو بِهِ

لأَسْعَى إِلى المَجْدِ أَسْمُو بِهِ

عَلَى رَوْقِ عَزٍّ مكينِ المَكانِ

عَلَى رَوْقِ عَزٍّ مكينِ المَكانِ

I shall surely strive toward glory, rising through it

upon the crest of honor, secure in its station.