هذيthese الرَوائِعُthe marvels مِنfrom ذاكَthat اللَظىthe blaze خُلُقُvirtue
هذي الرَوائِعُ مِن ذاكَ اللَظى خُلُقُ
ماhow أَضعَفَfeeble السَيفَthe sword حينَwhen الخُلُقُvirtue يُمتَشَقُis unsheathed
ما أَضعَفَ السَيفَ حينَ الخُلُقُ يُمتَشَقُ
These marvels are virtue born of that blaze;
These marvels were born of that burning resolve
How feeble the sword when virtue is unsheathed!
How feeble is the sword when character wields it
ماno فيin الحَديدِiron وَلاnor فيin النارِfire مُنتَصِرٌa victor
ما في الحَديدِ وَلا في النارِ مُنتَصِرٌ
كِلاهُماboth of them فيin لَهيبِthe blaze الحَقِّtruth يَحتَرِقُburns
كِلاهُما في لَهيبِ الحَقِّ يَحتَرِقُ
No victor is found in iron or in fire;
Neither iron nor fire emerges victorious
Both burn in the blaze of truth.
Both are consumed in the flames of truth
أَللَهُGod أَكبَرُgreater فيin الفِكرِthought مِنthan شُعَلٍflames
أَللَهُ أَكبَرُ في الفِكرِ مِن شُعَلٍ
حَذارِbeware فيin ظُلمِهِoppressing it أَنlest يَبرُقَflash الحَدَقُthe pupils
حَذارِ في ظُلمِهِ أَن يَبرُقَ الحَدَقُ
God is greater, in thought, than flames;
God is greater in thought than fiery torches
Beware, in oppressing it, lest eyes flash.
Beware, lest darkness flashes in the pupils
إِذاif الضَميرَconscience وَنىfalters فيin رَدعِrestraining مُنكَرَةٍan evil deed
إِذا الضَميرَ وَنى في رَدعِ مُنكَرَةٍ
فَاِصبِرthen be patient لَهاwith it فُهُناكَfor there الحِبرُthe ink وَالوَرَقُand the paper
فَاِصبِر لَها فُهُناكَ الحِبرُ وَالوَرَقُ
If conscience falters in restraining an evil deed,
When conscience recoils in checking sin
Then bear it patiently, for there are ink and paper.
Have patience, for there lies the ink and paper
لَوif يُستَشارُis consulted حَكيمٌa sage لَمnot يَكُنexist زَغَلٌdeceit
لَو يُستَشارُ حَكيمٌ لَم يَكُن زَغَلٌ
وَلَمand not يَكُنexist ظالِمٌa tyrant لَوif يُسبَرُis plumbed العُمُقُthe depth
وَلَم يَكُن ظالِمٌ لَو يُسبَرُ العُمُقُ
Were a sage consulted, there would be no deceit,
If the wise were consulted, deceit would be no more
Nor would there be a tyrant if the depths were plumbed.
Injustice too, if the depths were fathomed
مَعابِرَO pathways الفِكرَةِthe idea الحَمراءِred كَيفَhow نَماgrew
مَعابِرَ الفِكرَةِ الحَمراءِ كَيفَ نَما
عَلىupon ثَراكِyour soil شَباباًinto youth ذلِكَthat العِرِقُthe stock
عَلى ثَراكِ شَباباً ذلِكَ العِرِقُ
O pathways of the red idea, how did it grow
How the red idea’s paths have grown
Upon your soil into youth—that stock?
Over the ashes of youth - that sweat
سَبعٌseven وَعِشرونُand twenty لَمnot يُفجَعis bereaved بِهاin it أَدَبٌliterature
سَبعٌ وَعِشرونُ لَم يُفجَع بِها أَدَبٌ
وَلَمand not يُخَيِّمcast a shadow عَلىover فِتيانِهاher young men نَزَقُrecklessness
وَلَم يُخَيِّم عَلى فِتيانِها نَزَقُ
Twenty-seven years: literature suffered no bereavement there,
Twenty seven undefeated by literature
Nor did recklessness overshadow her young men.
No gloom cast on their lads - that misery
مَشىmarched الشَبابُyouth بِهاin it طَوعَat the bidding of الضَميرِconscience فَماso none
مَشى الشَبابُ بِها طَوعَ الضَميرِ فَما
فيin السِلمِpeace باغٍan aggressor وَلاnor فيin الحَربِwar مُرتَزِقُa mercenary
في السِلمِ باغٍ وَلا في الحَربِ مُرتَزِقُ
Youth marched there at conscience's bidding, so none
Youth walked them, conscience-lead, so in peace
Was an aggressor in peace or a mercenary in war.
No traders, nor in war, mercenaries
هذاthis الشَبابُyouth رِضاعُsuckling الحَقِّtruth فيin دَمِهِhis blood
هذا الشَبابُ رِضاعُ الحَقِّ في دَمِهِ
فَكَيفَhow then يَسلَمُsurvive مَنone who فيin عِرقِهِhis vein رَنَقُtaint
فَكَيفَ يَسلَمُ مَن في عِرقِهِ رَنَقُ
This youth has the milk of truth in his blood;
That youth - truth’s suckling - in their blood
How, then, can one with taint in his veins survive?
So how would those whose throats pulsate, submit?
لَمnot تَبرَحِcease الثَورَةُthe revolution العُظمىgreat تُراوِدُهُwoos him
لَم تَبرَحِ الثَورَةُ العُظمى تُراوِدُهُ
ثَديُّهاher breasts الحُمرُred فيinto عَينَيهِhis two eyes تَندَلِقُspill forth
ثَديُّها الحُمرُ في عَينَيهِ تَندَلِقُ
The great revolution never ceased to woo him;
The great revolution ceaselessly tempts them
Her red breasts spill into his eyes.
Its red breast in their eyes spilling over
مَضىwent forth إِلىto المَجدِglory لَمnot يُشهَدis witnessed لَهُfor him مَثَلٌan equal
مَضى إِلى المَجدِ لَم يُشهَد لَهُ مَثَلٌ
وَلَمand not تُشَقَّare blazed لِإِنسٍfor mortals مِثلَهُlike him طُرُقُpaths
وَلَم تُشَقَّ لِإِنسٍ مِثلَهُ طُرُقُ
He went forth to glory; no equal to him had been seen,
To glory he went, unmatched witness borne
Nor had paths like his been blazed for any mortal.
To mortal, paths alike to him, un-carved
فيin كُلِّevery صَرخَةِcry عَذراءٍa maiden جَرىflowed أَمَلٌhope
في كُلِّ صَرخَةِ عَذراءٍ جَرى أَمَلٌ
وَكُلِّand every وَثبَةِleap جُندِيٍّa soldier مَشَتmarched فِرَقُdivisions
وَكُلِّ وَثبَةِ جُندِيٍّ مَشَت فِرَقُ
In every maiden's cry, hope flowed,
In each maid’s cry, a hope has run
And at each soldier's leap, divisions marched.
And each soldier's leap, detachments march
بُطولَةٌheroism حارَتِwas bewildered الدُنياthe world بِرَوعَتِهاby its splendor
بُطولَةٌ حارَتِ الدُنيا بِرَوعَتِها
أَسَكرَةٌintoxication? هِيَit فيamid النيرانِthe fires أَمor شَبَقُlust
أَسَكرَةٌ هِيَ في النيرانِ أَم شَبَقُ
A heroism whose splendor bewildered the world—
Heroism that bewildered the world in its marvel
Is it intoxication amid the flames, or lust?
Intoxicants - are they in fires or fervor?
هُمُthey الصَعاليكُthe outcasts أَقصىthe furthest extent المُستَحيلِthe impossible لَهُمfor them
هُمُ الصَعاليكُ أَقصى المُستَحيلِ لَهُم
فَلَوso even if أَقامَlodged بِأَحلاقِin the throats الرَدىdeath مَرَقواthey darted through
فَلَو أَقامَ بِأَحلاقِ الرَدى مَرَقوا
They are the outcasts; the farthest reaches of the impossible are theirs;
They are the cavaliers, on impossibles mounting raiders
Even if it lodged in death's throats, they would dart through.
Had but the napes of the vile stood in their way
فيin كُلِّevery جَبهَةِbrow صُعلوكٍan outcast بَداappeared مَلِكٌa king
في كُلِّ جَبهَةِ صُعلوكٍ بَدا مَلِكٌ
وَكُلِّand every أُمنِيَّةٍwish مِنهُfrom him بَداappeared شَفَقُa twilight glow
وَكُلِّ أُمنِيَّةٍ مِنهُ بَدا شَفَقُ
On every outcast's brow, a king appeared,
In each hothead’s brow, a king was revealed
And in every wish of his, a twilight glow appeared.
And from each, his every wish - compassion
لينينُLenin أَحلامُكَyour dreams الغَرّاءُradiant قَدindeed صَدَقَتcame true
لينينُ أَحلامُكَ الغَرّاءُ قَد صَدَقَت
فَاِنفُضso shake off تُرابَكَyour dust يَكفيenough ذلِكَthat الغَرَقُdrowning
فَاِنفُض تُرابَكَ يَكفي ذلِكَ الغَرَقُ
Lenin, your radiant dreams have come true;
Lenin, your sweetest dreams have proven true
So shake off your dust; enough of that drowning!
So shake off your dust - suffice you the flood
لَمnot يَبقَremain مِنof شُرعَةِlaw الدُنياthe world سِوىexcept رَمَقٍa flicker of life
لَم يَبقَ مِن شُرعَةِ الدُنيا سِوى رَمَقٍ
وَالمُستَرِدّونَand the reclaimers باقٍremaining مِنهُمُamong them رَمَقُa flicker of life
وَالمُستَرِدّونَ باقٍ مِنهُمُ رَمَقُ
Nothing remains of the world's law but a flicker of life,
Of the world’s law remains but a gasp
And the reclaimers still have a flicker of life left.
Yet the recoverers remain, of them some breath
بورِكتِblessed are you ياO نَهضضةًan awakening لِلشَّعبِfor the people ثائِرَةًin revolt
بورِكتِ يا نَهضضةً لِلشَّعبِ ثائِرَةً
هذيthese الرَوائِعُthe marvels مِنfrom إيمانِهاher faith عَبَقُfragrance
هذي الرَوائِعُ مِن إيمانِها عَبَقُ
Blessed are you, O awakening in revolt for the people!
Blessed be you, o revolution rousing the folk
These marvels are the fragrance of her faith.
These marvels with faith - their fragrance
إِنَّindeed البَقاءَsurvival عَلىupon الإيمانِfaith مُرتَكِزٌfounded
إِنَّ البَقاءَ عَلى الإيمانِ مُرتَكِزٌ
الأَقوِياءُthe mighty مَضَواthey passed away وَالمُؤمِنونَand the believers بَقواthey remained
الأَقوِياءُ مَضَوا وَالمُؤمِنونَ بَقوا
Indeed, survival rests upon faith;
That on belief survival should balance
The mighty have passed away; the believers have remained.
The strong have died, but the faithful remain
Sol 6.1