ياO مَنَyou who رَأىhave seen القُبةthe dome الَّتيwhich اِجتَمَعَتhave gathered
يا مَنَ رَأى القُبة الَّتي اِجتَمَعَت
مَناقبsplendors الخُلدParadise فيamong مَناقِبِهاits splendors
مَناقب الخُلد في مَناقِبِها
O you who have seen the dome in which are gathered
O you who saw the dome where
the splendors of Paradise among its own splendors.
The attributes of eternity gathered in its attributes,
كَأَنَّهاas though it were جَنَةٌa garden مُزَخرَفَةٌornamented
كَأَنَّها جَنَةٌ مُزَخرَفَةٌ
وَيَقصرand falls short الوَهمimagination عَنof عَجائِبِهاits wonders
وَيَقصر الوَهم عَن عَجائِبِها
It is like an ornamented garden,
As if it were an ornate garden,
and imagination falls short of its wonders.
And imagination falls short of its wonders.
دانَتsubmitted لَهاbecause of it الجِنُّthe jinn عِندَupon رُؤيَتِهاseeing it
دانَت لَها الجِنُّ عِندَ رُؤيَتِها
لِلأنسto humankind إِذas نَحنُwe فيamid غَرائِبِهاits marvels
لِلأنس إِذ نَحنُ في غَرائِبِها
Because of it, the jinn, upon seeing it, submitted
The jinn submitted to it when they saw it,
to humankind, as we were amid its marvels.
Strange to mankind as we are amidst its curiosities.
فيin سماهاits sky ديمةa steady rain تَسحُّpours down بِلاwithout
في سماها ديمة تَسحُّ بِلا
سَحابةa cloud انشئتwas created لِساكبهاfor the one pouring it
سَحابة انشئت لِساكبها
In its sky, a steady rain pours down without
In its sky a constant cloud pouring down
a cloud created for the one who pours it.
Without a cloud being created for its pourer.
تَهميpours down لَناfor us وَالسَماءand the sky مصحيةclear
تَهمي لَنا وَالسَماء مصحية
لاnot يُرتَجىis hoped for الدُرpearls مِنfrom سحائِبهاits clouds
لا يُرتَجى الدُر مِن سحائِبها
It pours down for us while the sky is clear;
It rushes upon us while the sky is awake,
no pearls are hoped for from its clouds.
No pearls are hoped for from its clouds.
فيهاin it نقوشornamental designs يَحكيmirrors منمنمهاtheir fine tracery
فيها نقوش يَحكي منمنمها
منمنمfine tracery الرَوضthe garden فيalong جَوانِبِهاits sides
منمنم الرَوض في جَوانِبِها
Within it are designs whose fine tracery mirrors
In it are inscriptions that murmur
the fine tracery of the garden along its sides.
The murmur of the garden in its sides.
Sol 6.1