يَاO بِنتَdaughter of يُوسُفَYusuf وَالْكَمَالُand perfection أَبُوكِyour father
يَا بِنتَ يُوسُفَ وَالْكَمَالُ أَبُوكِ
وَالطُّهرُand purity أُمُّكyour mother وَالجَمالُand beauty أَخوكِyour brother
وَالطُّهرُ أُمُّك وَالجَمالُ أَخوكِ
O daughter of Yusuf—Perfection is your father,
And Purity your mother, and Beauty your brother.
وَلأُخْتِكِand for your sister الزَّهْرَاءthe radiant نُورٌa light سَاطِعٌshining
وَلأُخْتِكِ الزَّهْرَاء نُورٌ سَاطِعٌ
أَدَباًrefinement وَمعْرِفَةٍand knowledge وَحُسْنَand goodness of سُلُوكِconduct
أَدَباً وَمعْرِفَةٍ وَحُسْنَ سُلُوكِ
And your radiant sister has a shining light
In refinement, knowledge, and good conduct.
ضَمَّgathered الْفرِيدَthe peerless مِنَamong الجَوَاهِرِthe jewels شِعْرُهَاher poetry
ضَمَّ الْفرِيدَ مِنَ الجَوَاهِرِ شِعْرُهَا
فِيin صِيغَةٍa setting مِنْof عَسْجَدٍgold مَسْبُوكِcast
فِي صِيغَةٍ مِنْ عَسْجَدٍ مَسْبُوكِ
Her poetry has gathered peerless jewels
In a setting of cast gold.
مَنwho لِيfor me بِكُلِّwith all الْحُسْنِbeauty فِيin قَوْلِيmy words إِذَاwhen
مَن لِي بِكُلِّ الْحُسْنِ فِي قَوْلِي إِذَا
صُوِّرْتُI was portrayed فِيهِin it وَكُلُّand all حُسْنٍbeauty فِيكِin you
صُوِّرْتُ فِيهِ وَكُلُّ حُسْنٍ فِيكِ
Who can grant me all beauty in my words, when
I am portrayed in them, while all beauty lies in you?
للهِto God (in admiration) وَجْهُكِyour face إِنْif سفَرْتِyou unveil فَإِنَّهُfor it is
للهِ وَجْهُكِ إِنْ سفَرْتِ فَإِنَّهُ
وَجْهُthe face of المُنَىhopes فِيin عَيْنِthe eye of مُسْتَجْلِيكِone who beholds you
وَجْهُ المُنَى فِي عَيْنِ مُسْتَجْلِيكِ
God be praised for your face when you unveil, for it is
The face of dreams in your beholder's eye.
السَّوْسَنُthe iris الوَضَّاحُthe radiant زَانَadorned بَيَاضَهُits whiteness
السَّوْسَنُ الوَضَّاحُ زَانَ بَيَاضَهُ
ظِلٌّa shade مِنَof التَّوْرِيدِrosiness لاَdoes not يَحْلِيكِadorn you
ظِلٌّ مِنَ التَّوْرِيدِ لاَ يَحْلِيكِ
The radiant iris, whose whiteness is adorned
With a touch of rose, lends you no beauty.
فِيin لَحْظِكِyour gaze العَجَبِthe wonder الَّذِيthat لاَdoes not يَنْقَضِيend
فِي لَحْظِكِ العَجَبِ الَّذِي لاَ يَنْقَضِي
نَاهِيكِenough for you مِنْof سُحْرٍmagic ِبِهin it ناهِيكِenough for you
نَاهِيكِ مِنْ سُحْرٍ ِبِه ناهِيكِ
In your gaze is wonder that never ends;
What magic it holds—enough for you, enough!
يَاO لُطْفَgrace of مِشْيَتِكِyour gait الْعَفِيفَةِthe modest وَزْنُهَاits meter
يَا لُطْفَ مِشْيَتِكِ الْعَفِيفَةِ وَزْنُهَا
مُتَدَاركٌmutadārik (a poetic meter) وَالخَطْوُand the steps غَيْرُnot وَشِيكِhurried
مُتَدَاركٌ وَالخَطْوُ غَيْرُ وَشِيكِ
How graceful is your modest gait! Its meter
Is mutadārik, though your steps are unhurried.
آمَنْتُI am convinced أَنَّthat مَنِwhoever اصْطَفَاكِchose you مُوَفَّقٌis fortunate
آمَنْتُ أَنَّ مَنِ اصْطَفَاكِ مُوَفَّقٌ
لاَقَىfound أَبَرَّthe most devoted شَرِيكَةٍwife بِشَريكِto a husband
لاَقَى أَبَرَّ شَرِيكَةٍ بِشَريكِ
I am certain that he who chose you is fortunate:
He has found a wife most devoted to her husband.
مَلِكاًa king أَوَيْتِyou sought refuge إِلىto حِمَاهُhis protection فَحَظُّهُso his fortune
مَلِكاً أَوَيْتِ إِلى حِمَاهُ فَحَظُّهُ
مُذْsince قَلَّدَcrowned الإِكْلِيلُthe wreath حَظَّthe fortune of مَلِيكِa monarch
مُذْ قَلَّدَ الإِكْلِيلُ حَظَّ مَلِيكِ
You sought a king's protection; his fortune,
Since the wreath crowned him, is a monarch's fortune.
جَلَّexalted is الَّذِيHe who بَرَأcreated الْكَيَاسَةَtact والنَّهىand reason
جَلَّ الَّذِي بَرَأ الْكَيَاسَةَ والنَّهى
وَتُقَىand the piety of السَّرِيرَةِthe inner self إِنَّهindeed, He is بَارِيكِyour Creator
وَتُقَى السَّرِيرَةِ إِنَّه بَارِيكِ
Exalted is He who created tact and reason
And piety of heart—He is your Creator.
لَوْif جَاءَcame ذِكْرُmention of فَضِيلَةٍa virtue فِيin غَادَةٍa maiden
لَوْ جَاءَ ذِكْرُ فَضِيلَةٍ فِي غَادَةٍ
وَسِوَاكِand someone other than you يَعْنِيit refers to خِلْتُهُI would think it يَعْنِيكِit refers to you
وَسِوَاكِ يَعْنِي خِلْتُهُ يَعْنِيكِ
Were a maiden's virtue ever mentioned,
Though another were meant, I would think it meant you.
أَنْتْyou الْعَزِيزَةُthe cherished one فِيin الْقُلُوبِhearts مَكَانُكِyour place
أَنْتْ الْعَزِيزَةُ فِي الْقُلُوبِ مَكَانُكِ
لاَmay not عُزَّbe honored يَاO حَسْنَاءُbeautiful one مَنْwhoever يَشْنُوكِhates you
لاَ عُزَّ يَا حَسْنَاءُ مَنْ يَشْنُوكِ
You are cherished; in hearts you have your place.
May whoever hates you, fair one, find no honor.
عِيشِيlive وَزوْجِكِand your husband فِيin سُعُودٍgood fortune عِنْدَهَاamid which
عِيشِي وَزوْجِكِ فِي سُعُودٍ عِنْدَهَا
وَعْدُthe promise of الأَمَانِيhopes لَيْسَis not بِالْمَأْفُوكِfalse
وَعْدُ الأَمَانِي لَيْسَ بِالْمَأْفُوكِ
Live with your husband in such good fortune that
The promise of hopes is no lie.
يَهْنِيهِgladdens him قُرْبُكِyour nearness فِيin حَيَاةٍa life كُلِّهَاall of it
يَهْنِيهِ قُرْبُكِ فِي حَيَاةٍ كُلِّهَا
نَسْجُthe weaving of النَّعيمِbliss وَقُرْبُهُand his nearness يَهْنِيكِgladdens you
نَسْجُ النَّعيمِ وَقُرْبُهُ يَهْنِيكِ
Your nearness gladdens him in a life wholly
Woven of bliss, and his nearness gladdens you.
Sol 6.1