عادَ لِلأَرضِ مَعَ الصَيفِ صِباها

عادَ لِلأَرضِ مَعَ الصَيفِ صِباها

فَهيَ كَالخَودِ الَّتي تَمَّت حُلاها

فَهيَ كَالخَودِ الَّتي تَمَّت حُلاها

With summer, the earth's youth has returned to her.

Summer has returned to the earth

Youth has returned to the earth with the summer,

So she is like a maiden whose charms are complete.

Bringing with it youth like a blushing cheek after removing its makeup

So she is like a young maiden whose beauty is complete.

صُوَرٌ مِن خُضرَةٍ في نَضرَةٍ

صُوَرٌ مِن خُضرَةٍ في نَضرَةٍ

ما رَآها أَحَدٌ إِلّا اِشتَهاها

ما رَآها أَحَدٌ إِلّا اِشتَهاها

Images of greenery, radiant with freshness,

Scenes of greenness in freshness

Images of greenery in vibrant freshness,

No one has seen them without longing for them.

That no one who saw it could resist desiring

No one beholds them without desiring them.

ذَهَبُ الشَمسِ عَلى آفاقِها

ذَهَبُ الشَمسِ عَلى آفاقِها

وَسَوادُ اللَيلِ مِسكٌ في ثَراها

وَسَوادُ اللَيلِ مِسكٌ في ثَراها

The sun's gold lies upon her horizons,

The sun sets on its horizons

The gold of the sun lies upon her horizons,

And night's blackness is musk in her soil.

And the blackness of night is musk scattered in its sand

And the blackness of night is musk within her soil.

وَنَسيمُ الفَجرِ في أَشجارِها

وَنَسيمُ الفَجرِ في أَشجارِها

وَشوَشاتٌ يُطرِبُ النَهرَ صَداها

وَشوَشاتٌ يُطرِبُ النَهرَ صَداها

And the dawn breeze among her trees—

The breeze of dawn in its trees

The breeze of dawn among her trees

Whispers whose echo delights the river.

And murmurs that stir the melody of the river

Is a whispering whose echo delights the river.

وَالسَواقي فِتَنٌ راقِصَةٌ

وَالسَواقي فِتَنٌ راقِصَةٌ

ضِحكَتُها شَدوٌ وَتَهليلٌ بُكاها

ضِحكَتُها شَدوٌ وَتَهليلٌ بُكاها

And the rills are dancing enchantments;

The streams are dancing temptations

The waterwheels are dancing enchantments;

Their laughter is song; their weeping, jubilation.

Their laughter is singing and trilling cries

Their laughter is a song, and their weeping a hymn of praise.

وَالأَقاحي صُوَرٌ خَلّابَةٌ

وَالأَقاحي صُوَرٌ خَلّابَةٌ

وَأَغاني الطَيرِ شِعرٌ لا يُضاهى

وَأَغاني الطَيرِ شِعرٌ لا يُضاهى

And the daisies are captivating images,

The meadows are enchanting images

The daisies are captivating visions,

And the birds' songs are poetry beyond compare.

And the birdsong is unmatched poetry

And the songs of birds are poetry unmatched.

إِنَّها الجَنَّةُ فَاِعجَب لِاِمرِئٍ

إِنَّها الجَنَّةُ فَاِعجَب لِاِمرِئٍ

هُوَ فيها وَقَليلاً ما يَراها

هُوَ فيها وَقَليلاً ما يَراها

Indeed, she is paradise; so marvel at a man

It is paradise, so strange is one

It is Paradise, so marvel at a man

Who is in her, yet so rarely sees her.

Who is in it yet barely sees it

Who is within it, yet scarcely sees it.

أَيُّها المُعرِضُ عَنأَزهارِها

أَيُّها المُعرِضُ عَنأَزهارِها

لَكَ لَو تَعلَمُ يا هَذا شَذاها

لَكَ لَو تَعلَمُ يا هَذا شَذاها

O you who turn away from her flowers,

O you who turn away from its flowers

O you who turn away from her flowers,

Their fragrance is yours, if only you knew, O you there!

If only you knew, o this one, its fragrance!

For you—if you only knew—is their fragrance.

أَيُّها النائِمُ عَن أَنجُمِها

أَيُّها النائِمُ عَن أَنجُمِها

خَلَقَ اللَهُ لِعَينَيكِ سَناها

خَلَقَ اللَهُ لِعَينَيكِ سَناها

O you who sleep, heedless of her stars,

O you asleep to its stars

O you who sleep through the sight of her stars,

God created their radiance for your eyes.

God created your eyes just for it

God created their radiance for your eyes.

أَيُّها الكابِحُ عَن لَذّاتِها

أَيُّها الكابِحُ عَن لَذّاتِها

نَفسَهُ هَيهاتِ لَن تُعطى سِواها

نَفسَهُ هَيهاتِ لَن تُعطى سِواها

O you who hold back from her pleasures

O you who deprive yourself of its pleasures

O you who curb your soul from her pleasures,

Your soul—alas, you will never be given another.

Your soul - never will it be given anything but them

Alas, it shall never be granted any others.

لا تُؤَجِّل لِغَدٍ لَيسَ غَدٌ

لا تُؤَجِّل لِغَدٍ لَيسَ غَدٌ

غَيرَ يَومٍ كَالَّذي ضاعَ وَتاها

غَيرَ يَومٍ كَالَّذي ضاعَ وَتاها

Do not put off till tomorrow; tomorrow is nothing

Do not put off for tomorrow what is not

Do not defer until tomorrow, for tomorrow is nothing

But a day like the one that was lost and went astray.

Other than a day that has passed and wandered

But a day like the one that was lost and went astray.

وَإِذا لَم تُبصِرِ النَفسُ المُنى

وَإِذا لَم تُبصِرِ النَفسُ المُنى

في الضُحى كَيفَ تَراها في مَساها

في الضُحى كَيفَ تَراها في مَساها

And if the soul does not see its hopes

And if the soul does not see wishes fulfilled at dawn

For if the soul does not perceive its hopes

At midmorning, how can it see them in its evening?

How will it see them in the evening?

In the morning brightness, how will it see them in the evening?

هَذِهِ الجَنَّةُ فَاِسرَح في رُباها

هَذِهِ الجَنَّةُ فَاِسرَح في رُباها

وَاِشهَدِ السِحرَ زُهوراً وَمِياها

وَاِشهَدِ السِحرَ زُهوراً وَمِياها

This is paradise; so roam her hills,

This is paradise, so roam in its expanse

This is Paradise, so roam freely upon its hills,

And behold the magic in flowers and waters.

And witness the magic of flowers and water at dawn

And witness the magic in flowers and waters.

وَاِستَمِع لِلشِعرِ مِن بُلبُلِها

وَاِستَمِع لِلشِعرِ مِن بُلبُلِها

فَهُوَ الشِعرُ الَّذي لَيسَ يُضاهى

فَهُوَ الشِعرُ الَّذي لَيسَ يُضاهى

And listen to poetry from her nightingale,

And listen to the poetry from its nightingale

And listen to poetry from her nightingale,

For it is poetry that cannot be matched.

For it is poetry that cannot be matched

For it is poetry that has no equal.

ما أُحَيلى الصَيفَ ما أَكرَمَهُ

ما أُحَيلى الصَيفَ ما أَكرَمَهُ

مَلَأَ الدُنيا رَخاءً وَرَفاها

مَلَأَ الدُنيا رَخاءً وَرَفاها

How very sweet summer is, how generous it is!

How wonderful is summer, how generous

How sweet is the summer, how generous he is!

It filled the world with abundance and ease.

Filled the world with comfort and prosperity

He has filled the world with ease and luxury.

عِندَما رَدَّ إِلى الأَرضِ الصِبا

عِندَما رَدَّ إِلى الأَرضِ الصِبا

رَدَّ أَحلامي الَّتي الدَهرُ طَواها

رَدَّ أَحلامي الَّتي الدَهرُ طَواها

When it restored youth to the earth,

When it returned youth to the earth

When he restored youth to the earth,

It restored my dreams, which time had folded away.

It returned my dreams that time had erased

He restored my dreams that time had folded away.

كُنتُ أَشكو مِثلَما تَشكو الضَنى

كُنتُ أَشكو مِثلَما تَشكو الضَنى

فَشَفى آلامَ نَفسي وَشَفاها

فَشَفى آلامَ نَفسي وَشَفاها

I used to complain of languor, just as she did;

I used to complain like those who complain of poverty

I used to complain of wasting away as she complained,

So it healed my soul's pains, and healed her.

So it cured the sorrows of my soul and healed it

Then he healed the pains of my soul and healed her.