دَعَاكَcalled upon you بِأَقْصَىin the farthest of الَمَغَرِبَيْنِthe two western lands غَريبُa stranger
دَعَاكَ بِأَقْصَى الَمَغَرِبَيْنِ غَريبُ
وَأَنْتَand you عَلَىdespite بُعْدِthe distance of الْمَزَارِthe place of visitation قَرِيبُnear
وَأَنْتَ عَلَى بُعْدِ الْمَزَارِ قَرِيبُ
A stranger has called to you from the farthest of the two western lands,
And though the place of visitation is distant, you are near.
مُدِلٌّemboldened بِأَسْبَابِby the bonds of الرَّجَاءِhope وَطَرْفُهُand his gaze
مُدِلٌّ بِأَسْبَابِ الرَّجَاءِ وَطَرْفُهُ
غَضِيضٌlowered عَلَىunder حُكْمِthe rule of الْحَيَاءِmodesty مَريبُuneasy
غَضِيضٌ عَلَى حُكْمِ الْحَيَاءِ مَريبُ
Emboldened by the bonds of hope, his gaze
Is lowered under modesty's rule, and uneasy.
يُكَلِّفُcharges قُرْصَthe disk of الْبَدْرِthe full moon حَمْلَwith carrying تَحِيُّةٍa greeting
يُكَلِّفُ قُرْصَ الْبَدْرِ حَمْلَ تَحِيُّةٍ
إِذَاwhen مَاever هَوَىit sinks وَالشَّمْسَand the sun حِينَwhen تَغِيبُit sets
إِذَا مَا هَوَى وَالشَّمْسَ حِينَ تَغِيبُ
He charges the full moon's disk with bearing a greeting,
When it sinks, and the sun when it sets,
لِتَرْجعَso that it may return مِنْfrom تِلْكَthose الْمَعَالِمِlandmarks غُدْوَةat dawn
لِتَرْجعَ مِنْ تِلْكَ الْمَعَالِمِ غُدْوَة
وَقَدْand already ذَاعَspread abroad مِنْfrom رَدِّthe return of التَّحِيَّةِthe greeting طِيبُfragrance
وَقَدْ ذَاعَ مِنْ رَدِّ التَّحِيَّةِ طِيبُ
So that it may return from those landmarks at dawn,
With the fragrance of an answering greeting already spread abroad.
ويَسْتَودِعُand he entrusts الرِّيحَthe wind الشَّمَالَnorthern شَمَائِلاًgraces
ويَسْتَودِعُ الرِّيحَ الشَّمَالَ شَمَائِلاً
مِنَof الْحُبِّlove لَمْnot يَعْلَمknew بِهنَّof them رَقِيبُa watcher
مِنَ الْحُبِّ لَمْ يَعْلَم بِهنَّ رَقِيبُ
And he entrusts the north wind with graces
Of love that no watcher has known.
وَيَطْلُبُand he seeks فِيin جَيْبِthe bosom of الْجَنُوبِthe south wind جَوَابَهَاtheir reply
وَيَطْلُبُ فِي جَيْبِ الْجَنُوبِ جَوَابَهَا
إِذَاwhen مَاever أَطَلَّتْit appears وَالصَّبَاحُand morning جَنِيبُa companion
إِذَا مَا أَطَلَّتْ وَالصَّبَاحُ جَنِيبُ
And seeks their reply in the south wind's bosom,
Whenever it appears, with morning as its companion.
ويستفهِمُand he questions الكَفَّthe palm الخَصيبَthe bountiful ودَمعهand his tears
ويستفهِمُ الكَفَّ الخَصيبَ ودَمعه
غَراماfrom ardent love بِحِنَّاءwith the henna of النَجيعfresh blood خَضِيبُdyed
غَراما بِحِنَّاء النَجيع خَضِيبُ
And he questions the bountiful palm, while his tears
Are dyed by passion with the henna of fresh blood.
ويتبعُand he follows آثَارَthe tracks of الْمَطِيّthe camels مُشَيِّعاًescorting
ويتبعُ آثَارَ الْمَطِيّ مُشَيِّعاً
وَقَدْand already زَمْزَمَintoned الْحَادِيthe camel-driver وَحَنَّand moaned نَجيبُa noble camel
وَقَدْ زَمْزَمَ الْحَادِي وَحَنَّ نَجيبُ
And he follows the camels' tracks, escorting them,
While the camel-driver intones and a noble camel moans.
إِذَاwhen أَثُرtraces of الأَخْفَافِcamel soles لاَحَتْappeared مَحَارِباًas prayer niches
إِذَا أَثُر الأَخْفَافِ لاَحَتْ مَحَارِباً
يَخِرُّfalls down عَلَيْهَاupon them رَاكِعاًbowing وَيُنِيبُand turns repentantly
يَخِرُّ عَلَيْهَا رَاكِعاً وَيُنِيبُ
When the camel-hoofprints appear as prayer niches,
He falls upon them, bowing, and turns repentantly.
وَيَلْقَىand meets رِكَابَthe mounts of الْحَجِّpilgrimage وَهْيَwhile they طَلاَئِحweary
وَيَلْقَى رِكَابَ الْحَجِّ وَهْيَ طَلاَئِح
طِلاَحٌutterly exhausted وَقَدْand already لَبَّىanswered النِّدَاءَthe call لَبِيبُa discerning man
طِلاَحٌ وَقَدْ لَبَّى النِّدَاءَ لَبِيبُ
And he meets the pilgrimage mounts, worn out,
Utterly spent, while a discerning man has answered the call.
فَلاَso no قَوْلَspeech إِلاَّexcept أَنَّةٌa groan وَتَوَجُّعٌand lamentation
فَلاَ قَوْلَ إِلاَّ أَنَّةٌ وَتَوَجُّعٌ
وَلاَand no حَوْلَstrength إِلاَّexcept زَفْرَةٌa sigh وَنَجِيبُand sobbing
وَلاَ حَوْلَ إِلاَّ زَفْرَةٌ وَنَجِيبُ
Then no speech remains but a groan and lamentation,
And no strength but a sigh and sobbing.
غَلِيلٌparched with longing وَلِكنْand yet مِنْfrom قَبُولِكَyour acceptance مُنْهَلٌa watering place
غَلِيلٌ وَلِكنْ مِنْ قَبُولِكَ مُنْهَلٌ
عَلِيلٌailing وَلِكَنْand yet مِنْfrom رَضَاكَyour favor طَبيِبُa physician
عَلِيلٌ وَلِكَنْ مِنْ رَضَاكَ طَبيِبُ
Parched with longing, yet your acceptance offers a watering place;
Ailing, yet your favor offers a physician.
أَلاَah لَيْتَwould that شِعْريmy knowledge وَالأَمَانِيُّand wishes ضَلَّةٌdelusion
أَلاَ لَيْتَ شِعْري وَالأَمَانِيُّ ضَلَّةٌ
وَقَدْand sometimes تُخْطِئُmiss their mark الآمَالُhopes ثُمَّthen تُصِيبُhit the mark
وَقَدْ تُخْطِئُ الآمَالُ ثُمَّ تُصِيبُ
Ah, would that I knew—though wishes are delusion,
And hopes may miss their mark, then strike it—
أَيُنْجِدُwill it aid? نَجْدٌNajd بَعْدَafter شَحْطِthe remoteness of مَزَارِهِits abode
أَيُنْجِدُ نَجْدٌ بَعْدَ شَحْطِ مَزَارِهِ
وَيَكْئُبُand will cause grief بَعْدَafter الْبُعْدِdistance مِنْهُfrom it كَثِيبُa dune
وَيَكْئُبُ بَعْدَ الْبُعْدِ مِنْهُ كَثِيبُ
Will Najd come to my aid after the remoteness of its abode,
And will a dune cause grief after separation from it?
وَتُقْضَىand are paid دُيُونِيmy debts بَعْدَمَاafter مَطَلَdelayed payment الْمَدَىtime
وَتُقْضَى دُيُونِي بَعْدَمَا مَطَلَ الْمَدَى
وَيَنْفُدُand is completed بَيْعِيmy sale وَالْمَبيعُand the goods sold مَعِيبُflawed
وَيَنْفُدُ بَيْعِي وَالْمَبيعُ مَعِيبُ
And will my debts be paid after time has delayed them,
And my sale be completed, though the goods are flawed?
وَهَلْand can أَقْتَضِيI claim my due from دَهْرِيmy fate فَيُسْمِحُso it yields طَائِعاًwillingly
وَهَلْ أَقْتَضِي دَهْرِي فَيُسْمِحُ طَائِعاً
وَأَدْعُوand I call بِحَظِّيfor my share مُسْمِعاًmaking myself heard فَيُجِيبُso it answers
وَأَدْعُو بِحَظِّي مُسْمِعاً فَيُجِيبُ
Can I claim my due from fate, so that it yields willingly,
And call aloud for my share, so that it answers?
وَيَاand ah لَيْتَwould that شِعْرِيmy knowledge هَلْis there لِحَوْمِيَfor my circling مَوْرِدٌa watering place
وَيَا لَيْتَ شِعْرِي هَلْ لِحَوْمِيَ مَوْرِدٌ
لَدَيْكَwith you وَهَلْand is there لِيfor me فِيin رِضَاكَyour favor نَصِيبُa share
لَدَيْكَ وَهَلْ لِي فِي رِضَاكَ نَصِيبُ
Ah, would that I knew: is there a watering place for my circling
With you, and have I any share in your favor?
وَلَكِنَّكَand yet you الْمَوْلَىthe lord الْجَوَادُthe generous one وَجَارُهُand his protected neighbor
وَلَكِنَّكَ الْمَوْلَى الْجَوَادُ وَجَارُهُ
عَلَىin أَيَّwhatever حَالٍcondition كَانَhe may be لَيْسَis not يَخِيبُdisappointed
عَلَى أَيَّ حَالٍ كَانَ لَيْسَ يَخِيبُ
But you are the generous lord, and his protected neighbor,
Whatever his condition, is never disappointed.
وَكَيْفَand how يَضِيقُruns short الذَّرْعُpatience يَوْماًever بِقَاصِدٍfor a petitioner
وَكَيْفَ يَضِيقُ الذَّرْعُ يَوْماً بِقَاصِدٍ
وَذَاكَand that الْجَنَابُcourt الْمُسْتَجَارُsought for refuge رَحِيبُspacious
وَذَاكَ الْجَنَابُ الْمُسْتَجَارُ رَحِيبُ
And how could patience ever run short for a petitioner,
When that court of refuge is spacious?
وَمَاand nothing هَاجَنِيstirred me إِلاَّexcept تَأَلُّقُthe gleam of بَارِقٍa lightning flash
وَمَا هَاجَنِي إِلاَّ تَأَلُّقُ بَارِقٍ
يَلُوحُgleams بِفَوْدِat the temple of اللَّيْلِnight مِنْهُfrom it مَشِيبُgray hair
يَلُوحُ بِفَوْدِ اللَّيْلِ مِنْهُ مَشِيبُ
Nothing stirred me but the gleam of a lightning flash,
From which gray hair shines at night's temple.
ذَكَرْتُI remembered بِهِthrough it رَكْبَthe caravan of الْحِجَازِthe Hijaz وَجِيرَةًand neighbors
ذَكَرْتُ بِهِ رَكْبَ الْحِجَازِ وَجِيرَةً
أَهَابَcalled بِهَاto them نَحْوَtoward الْحَبِيبِthe Beloved مُهِيبُa summoner
أَهَابَ بِهَا نَحْوَ الْحَبِيبِ مُهِيبُ
Through it I recalled the Hijaz caravan, and neighbors
Whom a caller urged toward the Beloved.
فَبتُّso I spent the night وَجَفْنِيand my eyelid مِنْfrom لآلِئpearls of دَمْعِهِits tears
فَبتُّ وَجَفْنِي مِنْ لآلِئ دَمْعِهِ
غَنِيٌّrich وَصَبْرِيand my patience لِلشُّجُونِby sorrows سَلِيبُplundered
غَنِيٌّ وَصَبْرِي لِلشُّجُونِ سَلِيبُ
So I spent the night: my eyelid, with the pearls of its tears,
Was rich, while my patience was plundered by sorrows.
تُرَنِّحُنِيmakes me sway الذِّكْرَىremembrance وَيَهْفُوand bears away بِيَme الْجَوَىheartache
تُرَنِّحُنِي الذِّكْرَى وَيَهْفُو بِيَ الْجَوَى
كَمَاas مَالَbent غُصْنٌa branch فِيin الرِّيَاضِthe gardens رَطِيبُtender
كَمَا مَالَ غُصْنٌ فِي الرِّيَاضِ رَطِيبُ
Remembrance makes me sway, and heartache sweeps me away,
As a tender branch bends in the gardens.
وَأَحْضِرُand I summon تَعْلِيلاًsolace لِشَوْقِيَfor my longing بِالْمُنَىthrough wishes
وَأَحْضِرُ تَعْلِيلاً لِشَوْقِيَ بِالْمُنَى
وَيَطْرُقُand comes calling وَجْدٌpassion غَالِبٌoverpowering فَأَغِيبُso I swoon
وَيَطْرُقُ وَجْدٌ غَالِبٌ فَأَغِيبُ
And I summon wishes to soothe my longing,
But overpowering passion comes calling, and I swoon.
مَرَامِيmy aim لَوِif اعْطِيتُI were granted الأَمَانِيَّthe wishes زَوْرَةٌa visit
مَرَامِي لَوِ اعْطِيتُ الأَمَانِيَّ زَوْرَةٌ
يُبَثُّis poured forth غَرَامٌpassion عِنْدَهَاduring it وَوَجِيبُand heart-throbbing
يُبَثُّ غَرَامٌ عِنْدَهَا وَوَجِيبُ
My aim, were I granted my wishes, is a visit,
At which passion and heart-throbbing are poured forth.
فَقَوْلso the words of حَبِيبٍHabib إِذْwhen يَقْولhe says تشُّوقاًin longing
فَقَوْل حَبِيبٍ إِذْ يَقْول تشُّوقاً
عَسَىmay وَطَنٌa homeland يَدْنُوdraw near إِلَيَّto me حَبِيبُbeloved
عَسَى وَطَنٌ يَدْنُو إِلَيَّ حَبِيبُ
So, Habib's words, when he says in longing:
May a beloved homeland draw near to me.
تَعَجَّبْتُI marveled مِنْat سَيْفِيmy sword وَقَدْand already جَاوَرَlay beside الْغَضَاghada coals
تَعَجَّبْتُ مِنْ سَيْفِي وَقَدْ جَاوَرَ الْغَضَا
بِقَلْبِيin my heart فَلَمْyet did not يَسْبكْهُmelt it مِنْهُfrom it مُذِيبُmelting heat
بِقَلْبِي فَلَمْ يَسْبكْهُ مِنْهُ مُذِيبُ
I marveled at my sword, though it lay beside ghada coals
Within my heart, yet their melting heat had not melted it.
وَأَعْجَبُand I marvel أَنْthat لاَnot يُورِقَsprout leaves الرُّمْحُthe spear فِيin يَدِيmy hand
وَأَعْجَبُ أَنْ لاَ يُورِقَ الرُّمْحُ فِي يَدِي
وَمِنْand from فَوْقِهِabove it غَيْثُthe rain of الشُّؤونِthe tear-ducts سَكِيبُpouring
وَمِنْ فَوْقِهِ غَيْثُ الشُّؤونِ سَكِيبُ
And I marvel that the spear does not sprout leaves in my hand,
While above it the rain of my tear-ducts pours.
فَيَاso O سَرْحَtrees of ذَاكَthat الْحَيّencampment لَوْif أَخْلَفَfailed الْحَيَاthe rain
فَيَا سَرْحَ ذَاكَ الْحَيّ لَوْ أَخْلَفَ الْحَيَا
لأَغْنَاكَwould surely suffice you مِنْfrom صَوْبِthe downpour of الدُّمُوعِtears صَبِيبُa torrent
لأَغْنَاكَ مِنْ صَوْبِ الدُّمُوعِ صَبِيبُ
O trees of that encampment, should the rain fail,
A torrent of falling tears would suffice you.
وَيَاand O هَاجِرَone leaving الْجَوِّthe land الْجَديبِbarren تَلَبُّثاًlinger awhile
وَيَا هَاجِرَ الْجَوِّ الْجَديبِ تَلَبُّثاً
فَعَهْدِيَfor my covenant رَطْبُmoist الْجَانِبَيْنon both sides خَصِيبُfertile
فَعَهْدِيَ رَطْبُ الْجَانِبَيْن خَصِيبُ
O traveler leaving the barren land, linger awhile;
For my covenant is moist on both sides and fertile.
وَيَاand O قَادحَstriker of الزَّنْدِthe fire-stick الشَّحَاحِthe grudging تَرَفُّقاًbe gentle
وَيَا قَادحَ الزَّنْدِ الشَّحَاحِ تَرَفُّقاً
عَلَيْكَwith yourself فَشَوْقِيfor my longing الْخَارِجِيُّKharijite شَبِيبُShabib
عَلَيْكَ فَشَوْقِي الْخَارِجِيُّ شَبِيبُ
O striker of the grudging fire-stick, be gentle
With yourself, for my Kharijite longing is Shabib.
أَيَاO خَاتِمَSeal of الرُّسْلِthe Messengers الْمَكِينِfirmly established مَكَانُهُhis station
أَيَا خَاتِمَ الرُّسْلِ الْمَكِينِ مَكَانُهُ
حَدِيثُthe tale of غَرِيبِan exile from الدَّارِhome فِيكَabout you غَرِيبُstrange
حَدِيثُ غَرِيبِ الدَّارِ فِيكَ غَرِيبُ
O Seal of the Messengers, whose station is secure,
An exile's tale about you is strange.
فُؤَادٌa heart عَلَىupon جَمْرِthe coals of الْبعَادِseparation مُقَلَّبٌturned over
فُؤَادٌ عَلَى جَمْرِ الْبعَادِ مُقَلَّبٌ
يُمَاحُis ladled out عَلَيْهِover it لِلدُّمُوعِof tears قَلِيبُa well
يُمَاحُ عَلَيْهِ لِلدُّمُوعِ قَلِيبُ
A heart is turned upon the coals of separation,
Over which a well of tears is ladled out.
فَوَاللهِso by God مَاnot يَزْدَادُit increases إلاَّexcept تَلَهُّباًin blazing
فَوَاللهِ مَا يَزْدَادُ إلاَّ تَلَهُّباً
أَأَبْصَرْتَhave you seen? مَاءًwater ثَارَarose عَنْهُfrom it لَهيِبُa flame
أَأَبْصَرْتَ مَاءً ثَارَ عَنْهُ لَهيِبُ
Yet, by God, it only blazes more fiercely;
Have you ever seen water from which a flame arose?
فَلَيْلَتُهُso his night لَيْلُthe night of السَّلِيمِone snake-bitten وَيَوْمُهَاand its day
فَلَيْلَتُهُ لَيْلُ السَّلِيمِ وَيَوْمُهَا
إِذَاwhen شُدَّis tightened لِلشَّوْقِfor longing الْعِصَابُthe headband عَصِيبُgrievous
إِذَا شُدَّ لِلشَّوْقِ الْعِصَابُ عَصِيبُ
His night is a snake-bitten man's night, and its day,
When longing's headband is tightened, is grievous.
هَوَايَmy love هُدىًguidance فِيكَfor you أَهْتَدَيْتُI found my way بِنُورِهِby its light
هَوَايَ هُدىً فِيكَ أَهْتَدَيْتُ بِنُورِهِ
وَمُنْتَسَبِيand my lineage لِلصَّحْبِto the Companions مِنْكَof yours نَسِيبُkinship
وَمُنْتَسَبِي لِلصَّحْبِ مِنْكَ نَسِيبُ
My love for you is guidance; by its light I found my way,
And my descent from the Companions links me to you.
وَحَسْبِيand sufficient for me عُلىًas honor أَنِّيthat I لِصَحْبكَto your Companions مُنْتَمٍbelong
وَحَسْبِي عُلىً أَنِّي لِصَحْبكَ مُنْتَمٍ
وَلِلْخَزْرجِيِّينَand to the Khazrajis الْكِرَامِthe noble نَسِيبُa kinsman
وَلِلْخَزْرجِيِّينَ الْكِرَامِ نَسِيبُ
It is glory enough for me that I belong to your Companions,
And am kin to the noble Khazrajis.
عَدَتْturned aside عَنْfrom مَغَانِيكَyour dwellings الْمَوثُوقَةِsecure لِلْعِدَىof the foes
عَدَتْ عَنْ مَغَانِيكَ الْمَوثُوقَةِ لِلْعِدَى
عَقَارِبُscorpions لاَnot يَخْفَىis hidden لَهُنَّof theirs دَبِيبُcreeping
عَقَارِبُ لاَ يَخْفَى لَهُنَّ دَبِيبُ
From your secure dwellings have turned away the foes'
Scorpions, whose creeping cannot be hidden.
حِرَاصٌeager عَلَىto إِطْفَاءِextinguish نُورٍa light قَدَحْتَهُyou kindled
حِرَاصٌ عَلَى إِطْفَاءِ نُورٍ قَدَحْتَهُ
فَمُسْتَلَبٌso one snatched away مِنْfrom دُوِنِهbefore it وَسلِيبُand one despoiled
فَمُسْتَلَبٌ مِنْ دُوِنِه وَسلِيبُ
Eager to extinguish a light you kindled,
So one is snatched away before it, and another despoiled.
فَكَمْand how many مِنْof شَهيدٍa martyr فِيfor رِضَاكَyour favor مُجَدَّلٍfelled
فَكَمْ مِنْ شَهيدٍ فِي رِضَاكَ مُجَدَّلٍ
يُظَلِّلُهُshades him نَسْرٌa vulture وَيَنْدُبُand mourns ذِيبُa wolf
يُظَلِّلُهُ نَسْرٌ وَيَنْدُبُ ذِيبُ
How many a martyr has fallen in seeking your favor,
Shaded by a vulture and mourned by a wolf.
تَمُرُّpass الرِّيَاحُthe winds الْغُفْلُunperfumed فَوْقَabove كُلُومِهِمْtheir wounds
تَمُرُّ الرِّيَاحُ الْغُفْلُ فَوْقَ كُلُومِهِمْ
فَتَعْبَقُso they become fragrant مِنْfrom أَنْفَاسِهَاtheir exhalations وَتَطِيبُand grow sweet
فَتَعْبَقُ مِنْ أَنْفَاسِهَا وَتَطِيبُ
Unperfumed winds pass above their wounds,
And grow fragrant and sweet from their exhalations.
بِنَصْرِكَin defending you عَنْكَfrom you الشُّغْلُpreoccupation مِنْwith غَيْرِno مِنَّةٍclaim of merit
بِنَصْرِكَ عَنْكَ الشُّغْلُ مِنْ غَيْرِ مِنَّةٍ
وَهَلْand can يَتَسَاوَىbe equal مَشْهَدٌpresence وَمَغِيبُand absence
وَهَلْ يَتَسَاوَى مَشْهَدٌ وَمَغِيبُ
Defending you keeps us from you, without claiming credit;
And are presence and absence equal?
فَإِنْso if صَحَّis assured مِنْكَfrom you الْحَظُّgood fortune طَاوَعَتِyielded الْمُنَىwishes
فَإِنْ صَحَّ مِنْكَ الْحَظُّ طَاوَعَتِ الْمُنَى
وَيَبْعُدُand is distant مَرْمَىthe range of السَّهْمthe arrow وَهْوَwhile it مُصِيبُhits the mark
وَيَبْعُدُ مَرْمَى السَّهْم وَهْوَ مُصِيبُ
If favor from you is assured, wishes yield,
And an arrow's range is far, yet it strikes true.
وَلَوْلاَكَand but for you لَمْnot يُعْجَمْwould be tested مِنَamong الرُّومِthe Romans عُودُهَاtheir timber
وَلَوْلاَكَ لَمْ يُعْجَمْ مِنَ الرُّومِ عُودُهَا
فَعُودُfor the wood of الصَّلِيبِthe cross الأَعْجَمِيّforeign صَلِيبُhard
فَعُودُ الصَّلِيبِ الأَعْجَمِيّ صَلِيبُ
But for you, the Romans' timber would never have been tested,
For the foreign cross's wood is hard.
وَقَدْand already كَادَتِnearly did الأَحْوَالُcircumstances لَوْلاَwere it not for مرَاغِبٌrewards
وَقَدْ كَادَتِ الأَحْوَالُ لَوْلاَ مرَاغِبٌ
ضَمِنْتَyou guaranteed وَوَعْدٌand a promise بِالظُّهُورِof victory تَرِيبُarouse doubt
ضَمِنْتَ وَوَعْدٌ بِالظُّهُورِ تَرِيبُ
Circumstances would nearly—were it not for rewards
You pledged, and a promise of victory—have inspired doubt.
فَمَاso whatever شِئْتَyou wished مِنْof نَصْرٍvictory عَزيزِmighty وَأَنْعُمand blessings
فَمَا شِئْتَ مِنْ نَصْرٍ عَزيزِ وَأَنْعُم
أَثَابَrewarded بِهِنَّwith them الْمُوِمِنينَthe believers مُثيبُa rewarder
أَثَابَ بِهِنَّ الْمُوِمِنينَ مُثيبُ
Then whatever you wished of mighty victory and blessings,
The Rewarder has granted to the believers.
مَنَابِرُpulpits of عِزٍّglory أَذّنَcalled aloud الْفَتْحُvictory فَوْقَهَاabove them
مَنَابِرُ عِزٍّ أَذّنَ الْفَتْحُ فَوْقَهَا
وَأَفْصَحَand spoke eloquently لِلْعَضْبِfor the sharp sword الطَّرِيِرِkeen-edged خَطيِبُa preacher
وَأَفْصَحَ لِلْعَضْبِ الطَّرِيِرِ خَطيِبُ
Pulpits of glory, from whose heights victory has called aloud,
And a preacher has spoken eloquently for the keen-edged sword.
نَقُودُwe lead إِلَىinto هَيْجَائِهَاtheir battle كُلَّevery صَاهِلٍneighing steed
نَقُودُ إِلَى هَيْجَائِهَا كُلَّ صَاهِلٍ
كَمَاas رِيعَwas startled مَكْحُولَkohl-dark اللِّحَاظِin the eyes دَبِيبُcreeping movement
كَمَا رِيعَ مَكْحُولَ اللِّحَاظِ دَبِيبُ
We lead every neighing steed into their battle,
As a kohl-eyed creature is startled by creeping movement.
وَنَجْتَابُand we don مِنْfrom سَرْدِthe linked mail of الْيَقيِنِcertainty مَدَارِعاًcoats of armor
وَنَجْتَابُ مِنْ سَرْدِ الْيَقيِنِ مَدَارِعاً
يُكَيِّفُهَاfashions them مَنْwhoever يَجْتَبيchooses وَيُنيبُand turns repentantly
يُكَيِّفُهَا مَنْ يَجْتَبي وَيُنيبُ
And we don coats of armor woven from certainty,
Fashioned by whoever chooses and turns repentantly.
إِذَاwhen اضطَربَquivered الْخَطِّيُّthe Khatti spear فَوْقَabove غَديِرهَاtheir pool
إِذَا اضطَربَ الْخَطِّيُّ فَوْقَ غَديِرهَا
يَرُوقُكَdelights you مِنْهَاin them لُجَّةٌdeep water وَقَضِيبُand a branch
يَرُوقُكَ مِنْهَا لُجَّةٌ وَقَضِيبُ
When the Khatti spear quivers above their pool,
Their deep water and branch delight you.
فَعُذْراًso pardon وَإِغْضَاءًand forbearance وَلاَand do not تَنْسَforget صَارِخاًone crying out
فَعُذْراً وَإِغْضَاءً وَلاَ تَنْسَ صَارِخاً
بعِزِّكby your might يَرْجُوhopes أَنْthat يُجيبَwill answer مُجِيبُan answerer
بعِزِّك يَرْجُو أَنْ يُجيبَ مُجِيبُ
So grant pardon and forbearance, and do not forget one crying out
By your might, hoping that an answerer will respond.
وَجَاهَكَand your standing بَعْدَafter اللهِGod نَرْجُوwe hope in وَإِنَّهُand indeed it
وَجَاهَكَ بَعْدَ اللهِ نَرْجُو وَإِنَّهُ
لَحَظٌّsurely a share مَلِيءٌrich بالوفاءin fulfillment رغيبample
لَحَظٌّ مَلِيءٌ بالوفاء رغيب
After God, we place our hope in your standing; indeed, it
Is surely an ample portion, rich in fulfillment.
عليكupon you صلاةthe blessing of اللهGod ماas long as طيبperfumed الفضاthe open air
عليك صلاة الله ما طيب الفضا
عليكupon you مطيلone prolonging بِالثَّنَاءِin praise مُطِيبُmaking fragrant
عليك مطيل بِالثَّنَاءِ مُطِيبُ
God's blessing be upon you, as long as the open air is perfumed
By one who lavishes fragrant praise upon you.
وَمَاand as long as اهْتَزَّswayed قَدٌّa graceful form لِلْغُصُونِfor the branches مُرَنِّحٌmaking sway
وَمَا اهْتَزَّ قَدٌّ لِلْغُصُونِ مُرَنِّحٌ
وَمَاand as long as افْتَرَّsmiled ثَغْرٌa mouth لِلْبُرُوقِof lightning شَنِيبُbright, cool-toothed
وَمَا افْتَرَّ ثَغْرٌ لِلْبُرُوقِ شَنِيبُ
And as long as a graceful form sways, making branches reel,
And as long as lightning's cool, bright-toothed mouth smiles.
Sol 6.1