بُلِّغْتُI was brought to مِنْfrom عَيْشِيmy life أَعَزَّmost cherished مَرَامِgoal
بُلِّغْتُ مِنْ عَيْشِي أَعَزَّ مَرَامِ
وَحَلَتْand became sweet لِيَto me اليَقَظَاتُwaking hours كَالأَحْلامِlike dreams
وَحَلَتْ لِيَ اليَقَظَاتُ كَالأَحْلامِ
I have been brought in life to my dearest goal,
I was told that from my life the dearest wish would depart,
And waking hours have grown as sweet to me as dreams.
And waking became to me like dreams.
يَاO غِبْطَتيmy bliss دُومِيendure فَمَاfor no تَعْدُوكَgoes beyond you لِيfor me
يَا غِبْطَتي دُومِي فَمَا تَعْدُوكَ لِي
أُمْنِيَّةٌa wish أَنْthat تَسْمَحِيyou consent بِدَوَامِto continuance
أُمْنِيَّةٌ أَنْ تَسْمَحِي بِدَوَامِ
O my bliss, endure! No wish of mine goes beyond you—
Oh my eternal happiness, do not leave me
Only that you consent to endure.
With a wish that you grant me your permanence.
فِيat كُلِّevery مَطْلَعِrising of كَوْكَبٍa star وَمَغِيبِهِand its setting
فِي كُلِّ مَطْلَعِ كَوْكَبٍ وَمَغِيبِهِ
ذِكْرَىa memory تُجَدِّدُrenews لِيfor me عُهُودَthe pledges of غَرَامِيmy love
ذِكْرَى تُجَدِّدُ لِي عُهُودَ غَرَامِي
At every rising of a star and at its setting,
With the rising of each star and its setting,
A memory renews for me the pledges of my love.
A memory renews for me bonds of my passion.
مَاas long as عِشتُI live لاnot أَسْلُوI forget صِبَايَmy youth وَمَرْبَعاًand a dwelling
مَا عِشتُ لا أَسْلُو صِبَايَ وَمَرْبَعاً
مِنْهُfrom it دَرَجْتُI grew up وَفِيهِand in it طَابَwas pleasant مُقَامِيmy stay
مِنْهُ دَرَجْتُ وَفِيهِ طَابَ مُقَامِي
As long as I live, I shall not forget my youth, nor a dwelling
As long as I live, I will not forget my youth and its meadows,
Where I grew up, and where my stay was sweet.
From which I embarked and in which my stay was pleasant.
وَمُحَبَّبَاتٍand beloved girls مِنْamong بَنَاتِthe daughters of قَبِيلَتِيmy tribe
وَمُحَبَّبَاتٍ مِنْ بَنَاتِ قَبِيلَتِي
خَفِرَاتِmodest in إِيماءٍgesture فِصَاحَeloquent in كَلامِspeech
خَفِرَاتِ إِيماءٍ فِصَاحَ كَلامِ
Nor the beloved girls among my tribe's daughters,
And charming girls from the daughters of my tribe
Modest in gesture, eloquent in speech.
Who guard glances and whose speech is eloquent,
مِنْof كُلِّevery غَانِيَةٍbeautiful maiden بَغَالِيَةِwith precious الحِلَىornaments
مِنْ كُلِّ غَانِيَةٍ بَغَالِيَةِ الحِلَى
فِيwithin النَّفْسِthe soul عَمَّاrather than what يُقْتَنَىis acquired بِحُطَامِwith worldly wealth
فِي النَّفْسِ عَمَّا يُقْتَنَى بِحُطَامِ
Each a maiden, content with the precious ornaments
Each singing girl, charming in her adornments,
Within her soul, needing none that worldly wealth can buy.
Has in my soul, beyond what can be bought with riches.
بَدَوِيَّةٍa Bedouin woman خَلاَّبَةٍenchanting بِجَمَالِهَاin her beauty
بَدَوِيَّةٍ خَلاَّبَةٍ بِجَمَالِهَا
قُرِنَتْwas joined حَصَانَتُهَاher chastity إِلَىto الإِقْدَامِboldness
قُرِنَتْ حَصَانَتُهَا إِلَى الإِقْدَامِ
A Bedouin woman, enchanting in her beauty,
A nomad, alluring in her beauty,
Whose chastity was joined to boldness.
Her modesty was coupled with her daring.
تَغْدُوshe sets out early عَلَىfor الرِّزْقِlivelihood العَسِيرِhard-won فَمَاand does not تَنِيflag
تَغْدُو عَلَى الرِّزْقِ العَسِيرِ فَمَا تَنِي
مَجْهُودَةًexhausted وَتَعُودُand returns فِيin الإِظْلامِdarkness
مَجْهُودَةً وَتَعُودُ فِي الإِظْلامِ
She sets out for hard-won sustenance, never flagging,
She goes seeking difficult sustenance, not weakened,
Though exhausted, and returns in the darkness.
And returns in the darkness.
وَعَلَىand despite القَذَىthe grit فِيin عَيْشِهَاher life تَزْكُوflourish بِهَاwithin her
وَعَلَى القَذَى فِي عَيْشِهَا تَزْكُو بِهَا
شِيَمٌvirtues كَوَرْدِlike the roses of الدِّمْنَةِthe dungheap البَسَّامِsmiling
شِيَمٌ كَوَرْدِ الدِّمْنَةِ البَسَّامِ
Despite the grit in her life, within her flourish
And she is distinguished, despite the hardship in her living,
Virtues like the smiling rose of a dungheap.
By a nature like the balsam-scented flower.
إِذْwhen كُنتُI used to أَشْهَدُwatch وِرْدَهُنَّtheir visits to water وَرُبَّمَاand sometimes
إِذْ كُنتُ أَشْهَدُ وِرْدَهُنَّ وَرُبَّمَا
جَارَيْتُهُنَّI accompanied them وَلَمْand did not أعُجْpay attention بِمَلامِto reproach
جَارَيْتُهُنَّ وَلَمْ أعُجْ بِمَلامِ
When I would watch their visits to the water, and sometimes
When I witnessed their company, and perhaps
Accompany them, paying no heed to reproach;
I talked with them and was not blamed.
أَوْor كُنتُI used to أَشْهَدُwatch لَهْوَهُنَّtheir play وَهَلْand can يُرَىbe seen
أَوْ كُنتُ أَشْهَدُ لَهْوَهُنَّ وَهَلْ يُرَى
غَيْرُother than العَفَافِchastity مَلاهِيَthe diversions of الآرَامِthe gazelles
غَيْرُ العَفَافِ مَلاهِيَ الآرَامِ
Or when I would watch their play—could one see
Or I witnessed their amusement - and can the virtuous
Anything but chastity in the gazelles' diversions?
See other than the innocent as entertaining?
وَإِذَاand when الرِّجَالُthe men القَافِلُونَreturning قَدِhad التَقَوْاgathered
وَإِذَا الرِّجَالُ القَافِلُونَ قَدِ التَقَوْا
نَادِينَin assembly بَيْنَamong مَضارِبٍencampments وَخِيَامِand tents
نَادِينَ بَيْنَ مَضارِبٍ وَخِيَامِ
And when the returning men had gathered,
And when the traveling men gathered,
In assembly among encampments and tents,
Calling between tents and dwellings,
يَتَحَدَّثُونَthey spoke بِمَاof what أَتَوْاthey did أَوْor مَاwhat وَعَوْاthey learned
يَتَحَدَّثُونَ بِمَا أَتَوْا أَوْ مَا وَعَوْا
مِنْof كُلِّevery أَمْرٍmatter فِيamong الامورaffairs جُسَامِweighty
مِنْ كُلِّ أَمْرٍ فِي الامور جُسَامِ
They spoke of what they had done or what they had learned,
They talked about what they came upon or what they feared
Of every matter of great moment.
Of every significant matter of matters grave,
ويَقِلُّand it is rare أَنْthat يَتَنَدَّرُواthey jest بَعَظِيمِabout the severity of مَاwhat
ويَقِلُّ أَنْ يَتَنَدَّرُوا بَعَظِيمِ مَا
يَلْقَوْنَthey encounter مِنْof كُرَبٍdistresses وَمِنْand of ألامِpains
يَلْقَوْنَ مِنْ كُرَبٍ وَمِنْ ألامِ
And seldom did they jest about the severity
And it was rare they gossiped about the enormity of
Of the distresses and pains they faced.
The sorrows and pains they encountered,
هَذِيthese الفَيَافِيwastelands كُنَّwere مُلكاًa domain هَامِداًlifeless
هَذِي الفَيَافِي كُنَّ مُلكاً هَامِداً
أَحْيَوْهُthey revived it بِالأَوْسَاقِwith loads of grain وَالأَنْعَامِand livestock
أَحْيَوْهُ بِالأَوْسَاقِ وَالأَنْعَامِ
These wastelands had been a lifeless domain;
These empty expanses were a settled kingdom
They brought it to life with loads of grain and livestock.
Revived by markets and livestock.
قَوْمِيmy people السَّرَاةُthe nobles البَاسِلُونَthe valiant وَوَالِدِيand my father
قَوْمِي السَّرَاةُ البَاسِلُونَ وَوَالِدِي
فِيهِمْamong them وَلِيُّthe arbiter of الرَّأْيِcounsel وَالأَحْكَامِand judgments
فِيهِمْ وَلِيُّ الرَّأْيِ وَالأَحْكَامِ
My people, noble and valiant; and my father
My clan, the valiant horsemen, and my father -
Among them, the arbiter of counsel and judgment.
In them was the wise and judicious guardian.
سَبَّاقُa frontrunner غَايَاتٍgoals إِلَىtoward العُمْرَانِsettlement and cultivation قَدْalready
سَبَّاقُ غَايَاتٍ إِلَى العُمْرَانِ قَدْ
شَمِلَencompassed المَزَارِعَthe farms مُلْكُهُhis estate المُتَرَامِيfar-reaching
شَمِلَ المَزَارِعَ مُلْكُهُ المُتَرَامِي
Foremost in pursuing the aims of settled prosperity,
A pioneer of lofty goals of prosperity, his kingdom
His far-reaching estate had encompassed the farms.
Encompassed the farms, increasing and spreading,
شَادَhe erected البِنَاءَthe building الفَخْمَstately بَيَنَamong حَدَائِقٍgardens
شَادَ البِنَاءَ الفَخْمَ بَيَنَ حَدَائِقٍ
غَنَّاءَlush يُرْوِيهاwaters them العَقِيقُal-Aqiq الطَّامِيswelling
غَنَّاءَ يُرْوِيها العَقِيقُ الطَّامِي
He raised a stately building amid gardens,
He built magnificent structures amidst gardens
Lush and watered by the swelling al-Aqiq.
Watered by the pure, flowing springs.
يَاO حَبَّذَاhow lovely غِيطَانُهَاtheir fields وَمَشَارِفٌand vantage points
يَا حَبَّذَا غِيطَانُهَا وَمَشَارِفٌ
مِنْهَاamong them عَلَىover القُطْنِthe cotton الجَنِيِّripe for picking النَّامِيgrowing
مِنْهَا عَلَى القُطْنِ الجَنِيِّ النَّامِي
How lovely their fields, and the vantage points
How excellent were its walls and its suburbs
Among them, overlooking the growing cotton ripe for picking.
Overlooking the planted, slumbering cotton,
تَزْهُوgleam دَرَارِئُهُits bright stars عَلَىupon عَذَبَاتِهِits tender tips
تَزْهُو دَرَارِئُهُ عَلَى عَذَبَاتِهِ
حِيناًat times وَتَنْطِفُand drip بِالنُّضَارِwith pure gold الهَامِيpouring down
حِيناً وَتَنْطِفُ بِالنُّضَارِ الهَامِي
Its bright stars gleam upon its tender tips
Its yards blossomed over its ponds
At times, and drip with streaming gold.
At times, and were moist with thriving saplings.
مَاnot كُنتُI was أَسْلُوforget العَيْشَlife بَيْنَamong كَرَائِمٍnoble women
مَا كُنتُ أَسْلُو العَيْشَ بَيْنَ كَرَائِمٍ
فِيin الحَيِّthe camp مِنْof أَهْلِيmy family وَبَيْنَand among كِرَامِnoble men
فِي الحَيِّ مِنْ أَهْلِي وَبَيْنَ كِرَامِ
I could not have forgotten life among noble women
I did not live comfortably among the generous
Of my family in the camp, and among noble men,
Of my people and the honorable,
لَوْif لَمْnot يَزِدْنِيgrant me more اللهُGod مِنْof إِنْعَامِهِHis bounty
لَوْ لَمْ يَزِدْنِي اللهُ مِنْ إِنْعَامِهِ
فَوْقَbeyond الَّذِيwhat أمَّلْتُI hoped for مِنْof إِنْعَامِbounty
فَوْقَ الَّذِي أمَّلْتُ مِنْ إِنْعَامِ
Had God not granted me more of His bounty
Had God not increased me from His bounty
Beyond all the blessings I had hoped for.
Beyond what I hoped for from His blessing.
يَمَّمْتُI headed toward فِيهَاin it البِئْرَthe well وَالأَتْرَابُand the girls of my age قَدْalready
يَمَّمْتُ فِيهَا البِئْرَ وَالأَتْرَابُ قَدْ
نُثِرَتْwere scattered حَوَالَيْهَاaround it بِغَيْرِwithout نِظَامِorder
نُثِرَتْ حَوَالَيْهَا بِغَيْرِ نِظَامِ
There I made for the well; the girls of my age
I traversed it, and around the wells were vessels
Were scattered round it without order.
Scattered without order,
وَرَدَتْcame to draw water وَآبَتْand returned بِالجِرَارِwith jars مَلِيئَةًfull
وَرَدَتْ وَآبَتْ بِالجِرَارِ مَلِيئَةً
ثيوشِكْنَare about أَنْto يَقْطُرْنَdrip فَوْقَover الهَامِthe heads
ثيوشِكْنَ أَنْ يَقْطُرْنَ فَوْقَ الهَامِ
They drew water and returned with jars so full
They returned filled with jars brimming over,
They were almost dripping over their heads.
About to drip atop the reservoir.
فَإِذَاthen suddenly كَمِيٌّa warrior لاحَappeared لِيto me مُتَرَجِّلاًon foot
فَإِذَا كَمِيٌّ لاحَ لِي مُتَرَجِّلاً
وَأُوَامُهُand his thirst بَادٍplain فَهَاجَso stirred أُوَامِيmy thirst
وَأُوَامُهُ بَادٍ فَهَاجَ أُوَامِي
Suddenly a warrior appeared before me on foot,
When a guest appeared suddenly dismounted,
His thirst plain, stirring my own thirst.
And his camels' trappings stirred my sentiments,
لاحَظْتُهُI looked at him لِلمَرةِfor the time الأُولَىfirst فَمَاand not
لاحَظْتُهُ لِلمَرةِ الأُولَى فَمَا
لاحَظْتُI saw مِنْهُin him غَيْرَother than بَدْرِa full moon تَمَامِcompleteness
لاحَظْتُ مِنْهُ غَيْرَ بَدْرِ تَمَامِ
I looked at him for the first time, and saw
I noticed him for the first time and saw in him
Nothing in him but a moon at its full.
Nothing but the full moon in its glory.
وَسَقَيْتُهُand I gave him drink وَسَقَيْتُand I gave drink مِنْهُfrom him نَاظِرِيmy eye
وَسَقَيْتُهُ وَسَقَيْتُ مِنْهُ نَاظِرِي
حَتَّىuntil تَمَلَّيْنَاwe gazed our fill وَكُلُّand each ظَامِيthirsty
حَتَّى تَمَلَّيْنَا وَكُلُّ ظَامِي
I gave him drink, and let my eye drink from him,
I gave him drink and drank in the sight of him,
Until we had gazed our fill, each still thirsty.
Until we were satisfied, and every thirst was quenched.
مَاnot خِلْتُI thought رُؤْيَتَهُseeing him بِبَهْجَتِهَاwith its joy سِوَىother than
مَا خِلْتُ رُؤْيَتَهُ بِبَهْجَتِهَا سِوَى
رُؤْيَاa dream-vision بَدَتْappeared لِيto me فِيin لَذِيذِsweet مَنَامِsleep
رُؤْيَا بَدَتْ لِي فِي لَذِيذِ مَنَامِ
I thought seeing him, with all its joy, nothing but
I did not miss seeing him in its splendor, except
A vision that came to me in sweet slumber.
A vision that appeared to me in sweet slumber.
أأَلْوَىdid he turn aside يُسَائِلُhe asks مَنْwho أَبِيmy father وَيُطِيلُand prolongs فِيin
أأَلْوَى يُسَائِلُ مَنْ أَبِي وَيُطِيلُ فِي
مَاwhatever شَاءَhe wished عَنْabout أَهْلِيmy family مِنَof اسْتِفْهَامِquestioning
مَا شَاءَ عَنْ أَهْلِي مِنَ اسْتِفْهَامِ
Did he turn to ask who my father was, and linger over
Conversing, he asked who was my father and lingered in
Whatever questions about my family he wished?
Asking, as he wished, about my family and lineage,
يَبْغِيhe seeks التَّبَسُّطَeasy familiarity فِيin الحَدِيثِconversation وَمَاand not بِهِof concern to him
يَبْغِي التَّبَسُّطَ فِي الحَدِيثِ وَمَا بِهِ
أَنْسَابُthe lineages of أَخْوَالِيmy maternal uncles وَلاnor أَعْمَامِيmy paternal uncles
أَنْسَابُ أَخْوَالِي وَلا أَعْمَامِي
He sought easy conversation, caring nothing for
Seeking amiability in speech - and what did
My maternal uncles' lineages, nor my paternal uncles'.
My uncles' lineage and lineage matter to me?
ثُمَّthen انْثَنَىhe turned away وَبِمُهْجَتِيand in my heart فِيduring لَيْلَتِيmy night
ثُمَّ انْثَنَى وَبِمُهْجَتِي فِي لَيْلَتِي
مَاwhat لَمْnot أَذُقْI had tasted مِنْof لاعِجٍsearing ardor وَضِرَامِand blaze
مَا لَمْ أَذُقْ مِنْ لاعِجٍ وَضِرَامِ
Then he turned away, and in my heart that night was
Then he inclined, and in my night he gave me
A searing ardor and blaze I had never tasted.
Pleasure such as I never tasted, ever.
وَلَّىhe left وَفِيand on الغَدِthe next day عَادَhe returned يَعْتَامُchooses الحِمَىthe sanctuary
وَلَّى وَفِي الغَدِ عَادَ يَعْتَامُ الحِمَى
أَكْرِمْhow noble بِهِhe is مِنْas عَائِدٍa returning visitor مُعْتَامِa discerning chooser
أَكْرِمْ بِهِ مِنْ عَائِدٍ مُعْتَامِ
He left, and next day returned, choosing our sanctuary;
He turned away, and in the morning returned, binding his camel,
How noble a returning visitor, discerning in his choice!
Receiving him generously as a loyal guest.
يَسْعَىhe makes his way عَلَىby هَدْيِthe guidance of الهَوَىlove مُتَسَلِّلاًstealthily
يَسْعَى عَلَى هَدْيِ الهَوَى مُتَسَلِّلاً
وَاللهُand God يَعْلَمُknows مَاnot سَعىhe sought لِحَرَامِfor the forbidden
وَاللهُ يَعْلَمُ مَا سَعى لِحَرَامِ
He made his way by love's guidance, stealing quietly,
He walked the path of passion stealthily,
And God knows he sought nothing forbidden.
And God knows what forbidden path he walked.
مَاnot زَالَceased يَرْقُبُنِيhe watched me وَيَمْلأُand filled سَمْعَهُhis hearing
مَا زَالَ يَرْقُبُنِي وَيَمْلأُ سَمْعَهُ
مِمَّاfrom what أَثَارَstirred الوَجْدَlonging مِنْof أَنْغَامِيmy melodies
مِمَّا أَثَارَ الوَجْدَ مِنْ أَنْغَامِي
He kept watching me and filling his ears
He kept watching me and filling his hearing
With the melodies of mine that stirred longing,
With what my passion had aroused of melodies,
حَتَّىuntil الْتَفَتُّI turned وَلَمْand did not يَرِبْنِيarouse my suspicion أَمْرُهُhis conduct
حَتَّى الْتَفَتُّ وَلَمْ يَرِبْنِي أَمْرُهُ
فَإِذَاthen suddenly فَتَىthe youth of الأمسِyesterday النَّبِيلِnoble أَمَامِيbefore me
فَإِذَا فَتَى الأمسِ النَّبِيلِ أَمَامِي
Until I turned, with no misgivings about his presence,
Until I turned and his matter did not discourage me -
And there before me stood yesterday's noble youth.
And there before me was the noble youth of yesterday.
أنَسْتُI perceived فِيin حَسَنِHasan المَحَاسِنَthe graces كُلَّهَاall of them
أنَسْتُ فِي حَسَنِ المَحَاسِنَ كُلَّهَا
وَعَدَدْتُand I counted فِيin أَعْوَامِهِhis years أَعْوَامِيmy years
وَعَدَدْتُ فِي أَعْوَامِهِ أَعْوَامِي
I found in Hasan every grace,
Among all the beautiful, I found him most beautiful,
And counted my own years in his.
And matched his years with my own years.
وَمُذِand since التَقَيْنَاwe met بَاحَhe disclosed لِيto me بِهُيَامِهِhis passion
وَمُذِ التَقَيْنَا بَاحَ لِي بِهُيَامِهِ
وَكَتَمْتُand I concealed سِرِّيmy secret فَاسْتَشَفَّso he discerned هُيامِيmy passion
وَكَتَمْتُ سِرِّي فَاسْتَشَفَّ هُيامِي
And from the moment we met, he confessed his passion to me;
Since we met, his love shone upon me,
I concealed my secret, yet he divined my passion.
And I hid my secret, though his love discerned my secret.
هِيَit سَاعَةٌan hour كَشَفَdispelled الرَّجَاءُhope ظَلامَهَاits darkness
هِيَ سَاعَةٌ كَشَفَ الرَّجَاءُ ظَلامَهَا
عَنْfrom مُقْلَتِيmy eye بِالطَّالِعِthrough the rising star المُسْتَامِlonged-for
عَنْ مُقْلَتِي بِالطَّالِعِ المُسْتَامِ
It was an hour whose darkness hope dispelled
It was an hour when hope uncovered its darkness
From my eye, through the longed-for rising star.
From my eyes with the rising of the trusted one.
يَاO طِيبَهَاits sweetness لَوْif لَمْnot يُفاجِئُنِيhe startled me بِهَاin it
يَا طِيبَهَا لَوْ لَمْ يُفاجِئُنِي بِهَا
عُمَرٌUmar بِلَحْظٍwith a glance مُرْسَلٍloosed كَسِهَامِlike arrows
عُمَرٌ بِلَحْظٍ مُرْسَلٍ كَسِهَامِ
How sweet, had I not been startled in that hour
Oh, its blessing! Would that he had not surprised me with it -
By Umar, with a glance loosed like arrows!
A lifetime with a glance swift as arrows.
عُمَرٌUmar مَعَاذَrefuge in اللهِGod أَنْthat أَرْضَىI am content بِهِwith him
عُمَرٌ مَعَاذَ اللهِ أَنْ أَرْضَى بِهِ
بَعْلاًas a husband وَمَاand not أَرْضَاهُI accept him فِيamong خُدَّامِيmy servants
بَعْلاً وَمَا أَرْضَاهُ فِي خُدَّامِي
Umar! God forbid that I should accept him
God forbid that I be pleased with it
As a husband—I would not accept him among my servants.
As a husband when he was not pleased with me as his maid.
أَأَبيعُwould I sell خَيْرَthe best فَتىًyouth بِشَرِّfor the worst فَتىًyouth وَفِيand in
أَأَبيعُ خَيْرَ فَتىً بِشَرِّ فَتىً وَفِي
خَلِقِيmy constitution وَفِيand in خُلُقِيmy character إِبَاءُrejection of الذَّامِdisgrace
خَلِقِي وَفِي خُلُقِي إِبَاءُ الذَّامِ
Would I trade the best youth for the worst, when in
Shall I sell the best of men for the worst of men? In
My nature and my character lies a refusal of disgrace?
My nature and character lies refusal of the vile.
حَمْداًpraise لِمَنْto Him who بِهَوَىthrough the love of حَبِيبِيmy beloved قَدْindeed قَضَىfulfilled
حَمْداً لِمَنْ بِهَوَى حَبِيبِي قَدْ قَضَى
وَطَرِيmy desire وَأَعْلَىand elevated فِيamong النِّسَاءِwomen مَقَامِيmy standing
وَطَرِي وَأَعْلَى فِي النِّسَاءِ مَقَامِي
Praise to Him who, through my beloved's love, fulfilled
Praise to Him by whose love for my beloved He decreed
My desire, and raised my standing among women.
And raised me to the highest station among women!
عُمْرٌa life جَدِيدٌnew بِالقِرَانِthrough marriage صَفَاbecame serene لَنَاfor us
عُمْرٌ جَدِيدٌ بِالقِرَانِ صَفَا لَنَا
لاmay not كَدَّرَتْهُcloud it طَوَارِئُthe vicissitudes of الأيَّامِthe days
لا كَدَّرَتْهُ طَوَارِئُ الأيَّامِ
A new life was made serene for us through marriage;
A new lifetime, purified for us by the Quran -
May the vicissitudes of days never cloud it.
No disturbances of days made it murky.
Sol 6.1