أرىI see الشعرpoetry إلاonly فيكin you تزهوflourish سطورهits lines
أرى الشعر إلا فيك تزهو سطوره
وينسابand flows منfrom فرطexcess السرورjoy نميرهits sweet water
وينساب من فرط السرور نميره
I see poetry’s lines flourish only in you,
Poetry flourishes only through you, its lines glow
And its sweet water flows from sheer joy.
Flowing from excessive joy is its soft murmur
فأنتfor you لهfor it ياO قرةdelight العينthe eye واحةan oasis
فأنت له يا قرة العين واحة
يحفsurrounds بهاaround it روضa garden تهادىglided gently غديرهits brook
يحف بها روض تهادى غديره
For you are its oasis, O delight of the eye,
You are its oasis, delight of the eye
Encircled by a garden whose brook glides gently.
Surrounded by a garden where a stream gurgles gently
فإنfor if حلقتsoared ألفاظهits words وتألقتand shone
فإن حلقت ألفاظه وتألقت
معانيهits meanings فالحبthen love الجميلbeautiful أميرهits prince
معانيه فالحب الجميل أميره
For if its words soar and radiance fills
When its words rise up and its meanings shine
Its meanings, then beautiful love is its prince.
Love the radiant leads it to clear proofs
يوجههguides it للبيّناتto clear proofs فيرتويand so drinks its fill
يوجهه للبيّنات فيرتوي
منfrom المنهلthe spring العذبsweet المصفىpurified شعورهits feeling
من المنهل العذب المصفى شعوره
It guides it toward clear proofs, bringing refreshment
To be quenched from the pure, filtered spring
From the sweet, purified spring to its feeling.
Satisfying the feelings flowing from its conscience
فأنتfor you لهfor it ياO نفحةbreath العمرlife ظلهits shade
فأنت له يا نفحة العمر ظله
ومغناهand its dwelling فيin دنياthe world الهوىlove وزهورهand its blossoms
ومغناه في دنيا الهوى وزهوره
For you are its shade, O breath of life,
You are its shade, essence of life
And its home in the world of love, and its blossoms.
And its song in the world of love and flowers
وأنفاسهand its breaths منfrom طيبsweetness رياكyour fragrance تنتشيgrow intoxicated
وأنفاسه من طيب رياك تنتشي
ولولاكand without you ماnot طابتgrew sweet ونثتand spread عطورهits perfumes
ولولاك ما طابت ونثت عطوره
And its breaths grow intoxicated with your sweet fragrance;
Its breath is freshened by your sweet scent
And without you, its perfumes would neither be sweet nor spread.
Without you, its fragrances wouldn't be sweet or plentiful
ولولاكand without you ماnot غنىsang علىon البانthe moringa tree ساجعa songbird
ولولاك ما غنى على البان ساجع
ولاnor رفرفتfluttered فيin الخافقينthe east and west طيورهits birds
ولا رفرفت في الخافقين طيوره
And without you, no songbird would sing on the moringa tree,
Without you, no lover would've sung to the white moon
Nor would its birds flutter across the east and west.
Nor would birds flap their wings through the horizons
ولولاكand without you ماnot حلوsweetness الزمانtime ومرهand its bitterness
ولولاك ما حلو الزمان ومره
بمجدof any use ولاnor بردcold الفضاthe open air وهجيرهand its noonday heat
بمجد ولا برد الفضا وهجيره
And without you, neither time’s sweetness nor its bitterness
Without you, time wouldn't be sweet or bitter
Would avail, nor the open air’s chill or its noonday heat.
With glory, nor would space cool and murmur
فحبكfor your love إكسيرelixir الحياةlife وروحهand its spirit
فحبك إكسير الحياة وروحه
ومأوىand a refuge فؤادa heart لمdid not يجدfind منanyone يجيرهshelters it
ومأوى فؤاد لم يجد من يجيره
For your love is the elixir of life and its spirit,
Your love is the elixir of life and its soul
And the refuge of a heart that found none to shelter it
A haven for a heart that finds no shelter
سواكother than you وأماand as for فيin سواكother than you فليسthen there is no ليfor me
سواك وأما في سواك فليس لي
مرادdesire وقلبيand my heart ماnot سواكother than you يثيرهstirs it
مراد وقلبي ما سواك يثيره
But you; as for anyone else, I have no
Except you - and none but you - I have
Desire, and none but you stirs my heart.
No wishes, my heart stirs for none but you
وماand whatever قلتI said منof شعرpoetry ففيكthen about you نظيمهits woven verse
وما قلت من شعر ففيك نظيمه
وماand whatever قلتI said منof نثرprose ففيكthen about you نثيرهits scattered words
وما قلت من نثر ففيك نثيره
And whatever poetry I have spoken, its woven verse is of you;
Whatever poetry I recited, you inspired its rhythm
And whatever prose I have spoken, its scattered words are of you.
Whatever prose I uttered, you are its prose
أبىrefused الشعرpoetry إلاexcept فيكin you ياO غايةthe goal المنىof wishes
أبى الشعر إلا فيك يا غاية المنى
تضيءshine بنورwith the light of الرائعاتmarvels سطورهits lines
تضيء بنور الرائعات سطوره
Poetry insists that only in you, O goal of all wishes,
Poetry flourishes only through you, ultimate wish
Its lines shine with the light of marvels.
Your light illuminates the lines' glow
Sol 6.1