اليَومtoday طابَتhas grown sweet ليوحنَّاfor Yuhanna مَسَرَّتهُhis joy
اليَوم طابَت ليوحنَّا مَسَرَّتهُ
فيin جَنةٍa paradise أَشرَقَتshone فيهاwithin it أَُسِرَّتهُhis countenance
في جَنةٍ أَشرَقَت فيها أَُسِرَّتهُ
Today Yuhanna's joy has grown sweet,
in a paradise where his countenance shines.
شَهمٌa noble man صَفَتgrew pure بِتُقَىthrough reverence for الباريthe Creator طَوَيَّتُهُhis inward nature
شَهمٌ صَفَت بِتُقَى الباري طَوَيَّتُهُ
وَزُيِّنتand was adorned بِكَمالِwith the perfection of الفَضلِvirtue فِطرتُهُhis innate nature
وَزُيِّنت بِكَمالِ الفَضلِ فِطرتُهُ
A noble man whose heart grew pure through reverence for the Creator,
and whose nature was adorned with perfect virtue.
قَدindeed كانَhe was لِلخَيرِto goodness باباًa gateway فازَprospered قاصِدُهُwhoever sought him
قَد كانَ لِلخَيرِ باباً فازَ قاصِدُهُ
وَلَمand did not تَفُتmiss نائياًanyone far away عَنهُfrom him مَبرَّتُهُhis kindness
وَلَم تَفُت نائياً عَنهُ مَبرَّتُهُ
He was indeed a gateway to goodness; whoever sought him prospered,
and his kindness did not miss even those far from him.
ذَخيرةٌa treasure تَلِفتperished فيon الأَرضِthe earth ذاهِبةًpassing away
ذَخيرةٌ تَلِفت في الأَرضِ ذاهِبةً
فَماso did not وَفَتْهاpay it its due مِنfrom المَحزونِthe mourner عَبْرَتُهُhis tear
فَما وَفَتْها مِن المَحزونِ عَبْرَتُهُ
A treasure perished on earth, passing away—
and the mourner's tear could not pay it its due.
وَناحَهاand mourned it المَجدُGlory حُزناًin sorrow فَالقَضاءُfor Fate كَماas
وَناحَها المَجدُ حُزناً فَالقَضاءُ كَما
أَرَّخَتُI recorded the date أَبكاهُmade him weep إِذwhen وَلَّتdeparted مَسَرَتُهُhis joy
أَرَّخَتُ أَبكاهُ إِذ وَلَّت مَسَرَتُهُ
And Glory mourned it in sorrow; for Fate—as
I recorded in the chronogram—made him weep when his joy departed.
Sol 6.1