الحُسنُbeauty حَولَكaround you فيin الوِهادthe lowlands وَفيand on الذُرىthe heights
الحُسنُ حَولَك في الوِهاد وَفي الذُرى
فَاِنظُرso look أَلَستَdo you not تَرىsee الجَمالَbeauty كَماas أَرىI see
فَاِنظُر أَلَستَ تَرى الجَمالَ كَما أَرى
Beauty is around you, in the lowlands and on the heights.
Beauty resides around you, in the valleys and the heights,
So look: do you not see beauty as I do?
So look; do you not see the beauty just as I do?
أَيلولُSeptember يَمشيwalks فيin الحُقولthe fields وَفيand in الرُبىthe hills
أَيلولُ يَمشي في الحُقول وَفي الرُبى
وَالأَرضُand the earth فيin أَيلولَSeptember أَحسَنُmost beautiful مَنظَراin appearance
وَالأَرضُ في أَيلولَ أَحسَنُ مَنظَرا
September walks in the fields and among the hills,
September walks through the fields and upon the hills,
And in September the earth is loveliest to behold.
And the earth in September is fairest in sight.
شَهرٌa month يُوَزِّعُspreads فيthroughout الطَبيعَةِnature فَنُّهُhis art
شَهرٌ يُوَزِّعُ في الطَبيعَةِ فَنُّهُ
شَجَراًtrees يُصَفِّقُclapping أَوor سَناًradiance مُتَفَجِّراbursting forth
شَجَراً يُصَفِّقُ أَو سَناً مُتَفَجِّرا
A month that spreads his art throughout nature:
A month distributing its art throughout nature:
Trees clapping, or radiance bursting forth.
Trees applauding, or radiance bursting forth.
فَالنورُfor light سِحرٌmagic دافِقflowing وَالماءُand water شِعرٌpoetry
فَالنورُ سِحرٌ دافِق وَالماءُ شِعرٌ
رائِقlimpid وَالعِطرُand fragrance أَنفاسُthe breaths of الثَرىthe earth
رائِق وَالعِطرُ أَنفاسُ الثَرى
For light is flowing magic, and water is poetry—
For light is gushing magic, and water is poetry,
Limpid—and fragrance is the earth's breath.
Limpid and pure, and fragrance is the earth's own breath.
لاdo not تَحسَبِthink الأَنهارَthe rivers ماءًwater راقِصاًdancing
لا تَحسَبِ الأَنهارَ ماءً راقِصاً
هَذيthese أَغانيهِhis songs اِستَحالَتturned into أَنهُراrivers
هَذي أَغانيهِ اِستَحالَت أَنهُرا
Do not think the rivers are dancing water:
Do not imagine the rivers are merely dancing water;
These are his songs transformed into rivers.
These are his songs transformed into streams.
وَاِنظُرand look إِلىat الأَشجارِthe trees تَخلَعُtake off أَخضَراًgreen
وَاِنظُر إِلى الأَشجارِ تَخلَعُ أَخضَراً
عَنهاfrom themselves وَتَلبِسُand put on أَحمَراًred أَوor أَصفَراyellow
عَنها وَتَلبِسُ أَحمَراً أَو أَصفَرا
And look at the trees, stripping green
And look at the trees casting off a green garment,
From themselves and donning red or yellow.
Stripping it away to don red or yellow.
تَعرىgrow bare وَتُكسىand are clothed فيat أَوانٍa time واحِدٍone
تَعرى وَتُكسى في أَوانٍ واحِدٍ
وَالفَنُّand art فيin ماwhat تَرتَديهthey wear it وَفيand in العُراnakedness
وَالفَنُّ في ما تَرتَديه وَفي العُرا
They grow bare and are clothed at the same time,
They are bared and clothed in a single moment,
And art is in what they wear and in their nakedness.
And art lies in what they wear and in their nakedness.
فَكَأَنَّماso, as though نارٌa fire هُناكَthere خَفِيَّةٌhidden
فَكَأَنَّما نارٌ هُناكَ خَفِيَّةٌ
تَنحَلُّdissolves حينَwhen تَهُمُّis about to أَنto تُستَشعَراbe sensed
تَنحَلُّ حينَ تَهُمُّ أَن تُستَشعَرا
It is as though a hidden fire were there,
It is as if a hidden fire resides there,
Dissolving just as it is about to be sensed,
Dissolving just as one attempts to perceive it,
وَتَذوبُand melts أَصباغاًinto pigments كَأَلوانِlike the colors of الضُحىmorning light
وَتَذوبُ أَصباغاً كَأَلوانِ الضُحى
وَتَموجُand ripples أَلحاناas melodies وَتَسريand wafts عَنبَراas ambergris
وَتَموجُ أَلحانا وَتَسري عَنبَرا
And melting into pigments like the hues of morning light,
Melting into pigments like the colors of the forenoon,
And rippling as melodies and wafting as ambergris.
Rippling as melodies, and flowing as amber scent.
صُوَرimages وَأَطيافٌand phantoms تَلوحُappear خَفيفَةًlightly
صُوَر وَأَطيافٌ تَلوحُ خَفيفَةً
وَكَأَنَّهاand as though they were صُوَرٌimages نَراهاwe see them فيin الكَرىsleep
وَكَأَنَّها صُوَرٌ نَراها في الكَرى
Images and phantoms appear, light and airy,
Images and phantoms that loom ethereally,
And they seem like images we see in sleep.
As if they are visions we see in slumber.
لِلَّهِto God (in admiration) مِنof أَيلولَSeptember شَهرٍa month ساحِرٍenchanting
لِلَّهِ مِن أَيلولَ شَهرٍ ساحِرٍ
سَبَقَoutstripped الشُهورthe months وَإِنand though أَتىhe came مُتَأَخِّراlate
سَبَقَ الشُهور وَإِن أَتى مُتَأَخِّرا
God be praised for September, that enchanting month:
Marvel at September, an enchanting month,
He outstripped the months, though he came late.
Surpassing all months, though it arrives late.
مَنwho ذاis there يُدَبِّجُembroiders أَوor يَحوكُweaves كَوَشيهِlike his brocade
مَن ذا يُدَبِّجُ أَو يَحوكُ كَوَشيهِ
أَوor مَنwho يُصَوِّرُpaints مِثلَماjust as قَدindeed صَوَّراhe painted
أَو مَن يُصَوِّرُ مِثلَما قَد صَوَّرا
Who can embroider or weave brocade like his,
Who is it that adorns or weaves a brocade like his?
Or who can paint as he has painted?
Or who paints scenes such as he has painted?
لَمَسَتtouched أَصابِعُهُhis fingers السَماءَthe sky فَوَجهُهاso its face
لَمَسَت أَصابِعُهُ السَماءَ فَوَجهُها
ضاحradiant وَمَرَّand he passed عَلىover التُرابِthe soil فَنَوَّراso it blossomed
ضاح وَمَرَّ عَلى التُرابِ فَنَوَّرا
His fingers touched the sky, and its face
His fingers touched the sky, so its face
Is radiant; he passed over the soil, and it blossomed.
Turned radiant; he passed over the soil and it bloomed.
رَدَّrestored الجَلالَmajesty إِلىto الحَياةlife وَرَدَّنيand brought me back
رَدَّ الجَلالَ إِلى الحَياة وَرَدَّني
مِنfrom أَرضِthe land of نيويوركَNew York إِلىto أُمِّMother of القُرىthe Towns
مِن أَرضِ نيويوركَ إِلى أُمِّ القُرى
He restored majesty to life, and brought me back
He restored majesty to life, and brought me back
From the land of New York to Umm al-Qura.
From the land of New York to the Mother of Villages.
Sol 6.1