صَباحُكَyour morning شِعرٌpoetry , وَand خدٌّa cheek تَوَرَّدْturned rosy
صَباحُكَ شِعرٌ , وَ خدٌّ تَوَرَّدْ
وَand عُصفُورُa sparrow حُبٍّlove عَلَىon الغُصنِthe branch غَرَّدْsang
وَ عُصفُورُ حُبٍّ عَلَى الغُصنِ غَرَّدْ
Your morning is poetry, and a cheek turned rosy,
Your morning is poetry, and a blushing cheek
And a sparrow of love that sang upon the branch,
And a lovebird chirped on the branch
وَand طَلٌّdew , وَand هَمسٌwhispering ؛ وَand غَيماتُclouds وَجدٍpassion
وَ طَلٌّ , وَ هَمسٌ ؛ وَ غَيماتُ وَجدٍ
وَand أَنداءُdewdrops عِشقٍardent love , وَand شَوقٌlonging تَرَدَّدْechoed
وَ أَنداءُ عِشقٍ , وَ شَوقٌ تَرَدَّدْ
And dew, and whispers, and clouds of passion,
And yearning, and whispering; and clouds of passion
And dewdrops of love, and longing that echoed.
And love's calls, and longing echoed
صَباحُكَyour morning وَردٌroses , وَand طَلٌّdew , وَand قَطرٌrain
صَباحُكَ وَردٌ , وَ طَلٌّ , وَ قَطرٌ
يَطِيرُit flies إِلَيكَto you بِقَلبٍwith a heart تَهَجَّدْkept vigil in prayer
يَطِيرُ إِلَيكَ بِقَلبٍ تَهَجَّدْ
Your morning is roses, and dew, and rain;
Your morning is a rose, and yearning, and drops
It flies to you with a heart that kept vigil in prayer.
That fly to you with a heart that sighed
وَand أَطيافُvisions تَرنُوgaze longingly إِلَيكَtoward you ؛ فَيَهفُوso it yearns
وَ أَطيافُ تَرنُو إِلَيكَ ؛ فَيَهفُو
لِقَلبِكَfor your heart قَلبِيmy heart الذِيwhich فِيهِin it تَسعَدْyou find joy
لِقَلبِكَ قَلبِي الذِي فِيهِ تَسعَدْ
And visions gaze toward you; then yearns
And shadows that gaze at you; so they rave
For your heart my heart, in which you find joy.
For my heart in yours in which you are joyful
صَباحُكَyour morning شِعرٌpoetry , وَand تَحنانُtender yearning حِبرٍink
صَباحُكَ شِعرٌ , وَ تَحنانُ حِبرٍ
وَand أَفياءُshades سَطرٍa line , وَand حَرفٌa letter تَنَهَّدْsighed
وَ أَفياءُ سَطرٍ , وَ حَرفٌ تَنَهَّدْ
Your morning is poetry, and the tender yearning of ink,
Your morning is poetry, and the tenderness of ink
And the shades of a line, and a letter that sighed,
And the elegance of a line, and a letter that sighed
وَand أَطيابُfragrances رُوحٍa soul مِنَfrom النُّورِthe light تَسمُوsoar
وَ أَطيابُ رُوحٍ مِنَ النُّورِ تَسمُو
بِحِسٍّwith a feeling شَفِيفٍtranslucent ؛ وَand ضَوءٍlight زَبَرجَدْchrysolite
بِحِسٍّ شَفِيفٍ ؛ وَ ضَوءٍ زَبَرجَدْ
And the fragrances of a soul of light soar
And a soul's aromas of light that transcend
With translucent feeling, and a chrysolite glow.
With a subtle sense; and pearlescent light
صَباحُكَyour morning نُورٌlight , وَand عِطرٌfragrance بَخُورٌincense
صَباحُكَ نُورٌ , وَ عِطرٌ بَخُورٌ
وَand ماءٌwater نَمِيرٌsweet and pure كَصَرحٍlike a palace مُمَرَّدْpolished smooth
وَ ماءٌ نَمِيرٌ كَصَرحٍ مُمَرَّدْ
Your morning is light, and the fragrance of incense,
Your morning is light, and fragrant incense
And sweet, pure water, like a smoothly polished palace.
And murmuring water like an outstretched palace
تَراتِيلُchants مِنْfrom نَغَماتِmelodies غَرامٍpassion
تَراتِيلُ مِنْ نَغَماتِ غَرامٍ
بِمِلءِwith the fullness of شُعُورِيmy feeling إِلَيكَto you تَوَدَّدْwooed
بِمِلءِ شُعُورِي إِلَيكَ تَوَدَّدْ
Chants from melodies of passion
Songs of love's melodies
Wooed you with all my feeling.
With all my feelings toward you multiplied
صَباحُكَyour morning حَقلٌa field مِنَof الزَّهرِthe flowers تَنمُوgrow
صَباحُكَ حَقلٌ مِنَ الزَّهرِ تَنمُو
عَلَىalong جانِبَيهِits two sides الأَقاحُthe daisies ؛ وَand تَمتَدْspread
عَلَى جانِبَيهِ الأَقاحُ ؛ وَ تَمتَدْ
Your morning is a field of flowers; there grow
Your morning is a field of flowers growing
Along its two sides daisies, and they spread.
With thistles on its sides; and it extends
وَand نَعناعُmint رُوحِيmy soul التِيwhich فِيكَin you تَلقَىfinds
وَ نَعناعُ رُوحِي التِي فِيكَ تَلقَى
مِنَfrom الوُدِّaffection قَلبًاa heart بِقَلبِيwith my heart تَوَحَّدْbecame one
مِنَ الوُدِّ قَلبًا بِقَلبِي تَوَحَّدْ
And the mint of my soul, which finds in you
And the mint of my soul that finds in you
A loving heart that has become one with my heart.
A heart with my heart it has united
صَباحُكَyour morning صِدقُtruth اليَقِينِcertainty , ائتِلاقٌradiance
صَباحُكَ صِدقُ اليَقِينِ , ائتِلاقٌ
كَطُهرِlike the purity of المَواثِيقِthe covenants , أَمرٌa matter مُؤَكَّدْconfirmed
كَطُهرِ المَواثِيقِ , أَمرٌ مُؤَكَّدْ
Your morning is the truth of certainty, a radiance,
Your morning is true certainty, a conjunction
Like the purity of covenants, something certain.
Like the purity of covenants, a confirmed matter
وَand تَشهَدُbears witness رِعشَةُa tremor حَرفِيmy letter بِأَنِّيthat I
وَ تَشهَدُ رِعشَةُ حَرفِي بِأَنِّي
أُجِلُّكَI revere you , وَby اللَّهِGod ياشَهْدُO honey يَشهَدْHe bears witness
أُجِلُّكَ , وَ اللَّهِ ياشَهْدُ يَشهَدْ
And my letter's tremor bears witness that I
And my letter's tremor testifies that
Revere you—by God, O honey, He bears witness.
I cherish you, and God witness, He witnesses
صَباحُكَyour morning ؟ أَمْor ذاكَthat صُبحُdawn انشِغالِيmy preoccupation
صَباحُكَ ؟ أَمْ ذاكَ صُبحُ انشِغالِي
بِمَكتُوبِwith a letter عِشقٍardent love مِنَfrom الشَّوقِlonging يَحتَدْgrows intense ؟
بِمَكتُوبِ عِشقٍ مِنَ الشَّوقِ يَحتَدْ ؟
Your morning? Or is that the dawn of my preoccupation
Your morning? Or is it the dawn of my preoccupation
With a love letter that grows intense with longing?
With a book of love from yearning etching?
لِيُهدِيكَso it may give you مِنْfrom سَوسَناتِirises ضَمِيرِيmy conscience
لِيُهدِيكَ مِنْ سَوسَناتِ ضَمِيرِي
رَحِيقًاnectar ؛ وَand حسّاًa feeling مُوَشّىembroidered مُجَدّدْrenewed
رَحِيقًا ؛ وَ حسّاً مُوَشّى مُجَدّدْ
To give you, from the irises of my conscience,
To give you from the lilies of my conscience
Nectar, and a feeling embroidered and renewed.
An essence; and a feeling delicately renewed
Sol 6.1