يَوْمٌa day أَتَىcame بدِيمَةٍwith steady rain هَطَّالَةٍpouring abundantly
يَوْمٌ أَتَى بدِيمَةٍ هَطَّالَةٍ
تُبْرِزُreveals مِنْamong نَبْتِgrowth الرِّياضِthe gardens مَاwhat احْتَجَبْwas concealed
تُبْرِزُ مِنْ نَبْتِ الرِّياضِ مَا احْتَجَبْ
A day came with steady, abundant rain,
Revealing what lay hidden among the gardens' growth.
وَقَدْand already كَسَتْhad clothed يَدُthe hand النَّدَىdew وَجْهَthe face الثَّرَىthe earth
وَقَدْ كَسَتْ يَدُ النَّدَى وَجْهَ الثَّرَى
ثِيَابَrobes زَهْرٍflowers مِنْof لُجَيْنٍsilver وَذَهَبْand gold
ثِيَابَ زَهْرٍ مِنْ لُجَيْنٍ وَذَهَبْ
And the hand of dew had clothed the earth's face
In robes of flowers, of silver and gold.
وَنَهَرٌand a river شَقَّcleft الرِّيَاضَthe gardens جَرْيُهُits flow
وَنَهَرٌ شَقَّ الرِّيَاضَ جَرْيُهُ
مَنْفَجِرٌgushing forth يَحْكِيimitates لَنَاfor us شَقَّrending الطَّرَبْecstatic joy
مَنْفَجِرٌ يَحْكِي لَنَا شَقَّ الطَّرَبْ
And a river—its current cleft the gardens—
Gushes forth, recalling for us the rending born of rapture.
تَراهُyou see it يَنْسابُglides كأَفْعَىlike a serpent كَارهاًreluctantly
تَراهُ يَنْسابُ كأَفْعَى كَارهاً
خَوْفَfor fear of طَلُوبٍa relentless pursuer مُدْركٍa catcher لِمَاof what طَلَبْhe sought
خَوْفَ طَلُوبٍ مُدْركٍ لِمَا طَلَبْ
You see it gliding like a serpent, reluctantly,
For fear of a relentless pursuer who catches what he seeks.
وَزادَنِيand increased for me فِيin طَرَبِيmy rapture مَنْعِمٌa benefactor
وَزادَنِي فِي طَرَبِي مَنْعِمٌ
دَانِيnear الرِّضاfavor مِنِّيto me ناءٍdistant بِالْغَضَبْin anger
دَانِي الرِّضا مِنِّي ناءٍ بِالْغَضَبْ
And a benefactor heightened my rapture,
Whose favor is near me, whose anger far away.
يُدِيرُpasses around رَاحاًwine لمَعَتْgleamed فِيin كأْسِهِhis cup
يُدِيرُ رَاحاً لمَعَتْ فِي كأْسِهِ
وأُلْبِسَتْand it was clothed فِيin مَزْجِهِhis mixing تَاجَa crown ذَهَبْgold
وأُلْبِسَتْ فِي مَزْجِهِ تَاجَ ذَهَبْ
He passes round wine that gleamed in his cup,
And, as he mixed it, was crowned with gold.
كُلُّevery سُرُورٍjoy فِيهِin him مِنْfrom تَمامِهِhis perfection
كُلُّ سُرُورٍ فِيهِ مِنْ تَمامِهِ
وَكَلُّand every حُسْنٍbeauty فإِلَيْهِso to him يَنْتَسِبْtraces its lineage
وَكَلُّ حُسْنٍ فإِلَيْهِ يَنْتَسِبْ
Every joy in him springs from his perfection,
And every beauty traces its lineage to him.
يَرْكُضُgallops سَعْيِmy striving إِنْif قَصَدْتُI intend فَتْكَةًa reckless deed
يَرْكُضُ سَعْيِ إِنْ قَصَدْتُ فَتْكَةً
وَإِنْand if قَصَدْتُI intend النُّسْكَdevotion فالسَّيْرُthen the pace خَبَبْa trot
وَإِنْ قَصَدْتُ النُّسْكَ فالسَّيْرُ خَبَبْ
My striving gallops if I seek a reckless deed;
But if I seek devotion, the pace is a trot.
Sol 6.1