لِيَبْسِمْ فِي مُحَيَّاكِ الرَّجَاءُ

لِيَبْسِمْ فِي مُحَيَّاكِ الرَّجَاءُ

وَيُبْرِقُ فِي أَسِرَّتِكِ الْهَنَاءُ

وَيُبْرِقُ فِي أَسِرَّتِكِ الْهَنَاءُ

Let hope smile upon your face,

Let hope smile in your greeting

And joy gleam in your features.

And joy shine in your secrets

وَطِيبِي بِالشَّبَابِ كَمَا يُرَجِّي

وَطِيبِي بِالشَّبَابِ كَمَا يُرَجِّي

عَفَافُكِ وَالطَّهارَةُ وَالإِبَاءُ

عَفَافُكِ وَالطَّهارَةُ وَالإِبَاءُ

And delight in youth, as hope is offered by

Beautify my youth as one wishes

Your chastity, purity, and dignity.

Your chastity, purity and coyness

وَقَرِّي أَعْيُناً بِبَنِينَ غُرٍّ

وَقَرِّي أَعْيُناً بِبَنِينَ غُرٍّ

وَبَعْلٍ مِنْ مَحَامِدِهِ الوَفَاءُ

وَبَعْلٍ مِنْ مَحَامِدِهِ الوَفَاءُ

And let your eyes be gladdened by noble sons

Delight my eyes with lovely sons

And a husband whose virtues include faithfulness.

And a husband whose faithfulness endures

وَحَلِّي الرَّأْسَ مَفْخَرَةً بِتَاجٍ

وَحَلِّي الرَّأْسَ مَفْخَرَةً بِتَاجٍ

يُضِيءُ بِهِ جَلاَلُكِ وَالبَهَاءُ

يُضِيءُ بِهِ جَلاَلُكِ وَالبَهَاءُ

And proudly adorn your head with a crown

Adorn your head proudly with a crown

Through which your majesty and splendor shine.

That illuminates your glory and brilliance

وَلاَ تَنْسَيْ نِظَامَ الشَّعْرِ فِيهِ

وَلاَ تَنْسَيْ نِظَامَ الشَّعْرِ فِيهِ

كَأَحْسَنِ مَا تُنَظِّمُهُ النِّسَاءُ

كَأَحْسَنِ مَا تُنَظِّمُهُ النِّسَاءُ

And do not forget to arrange your hair there,

And forget not the rhythm of poetry in it

As beautifully as women can arrange it.

As the best women poets compose

فَمَا الإِكْلِيلُ لِلْحَسْنَاءِ وِقْرٌ

فَمَا الإِكْلِيلُ لِلْحَسْنَاءِ وِقْرٌ

وَلاَ تَصْفِيفُ وَفْرَتِهَا عَنَاءُ

وَلاَ تَصْفِيفُ وَفْرَتِهَا عَنَاءُ

For a wreath is no burden to a beautiful woman,

For the garland is no honor to the beauty

Nor is arranging her tresses a hardship.

Nor the plaiting of her locks toil

وَلَكِنْ يَصْدَعُ الرَّأْسَ اشْتِغَالٌ

وَلَكِنْ يَصْدَعُ الرَّأْسَ اشْتِغَالٌ

بِمَا تَأْبَى المَلاَحَةُ وَالْفَتَاءُ

بِمَا تَأْبَى المَلاَحَةُ وَالْفَتَاءُ

But the head is split by preoccupation

Rather, preoccupation splits the head

With what loveliness and youth reject.

With what virtue rejects and chivalry disdains

وَيُثْقلُهُ اهْتِمَامُ غَيْرُ مُجْدٍ

وَيُثْقلُهُ اهْتِمَامُ غَيْرُ مُجْدٍ

بِمَا فِي حُكْمِهِ الدُّنْيَا سَوَاءُ

بِمَا فِي حُكْمِهِ الدُّنْيَا سَوَاءُ

And fruitless concern weighs it down

And preocupation with futile matters weighs it down

Over matters under whose rule all the world is equal.

In which the world is equal

عَلَتْ شَمْسُ الضُّحى وَالرَّوْضُ زَاهٍ

عَلَتْ شَمْسُ الضُّحى وَالرَّوْضُ زَاهٍ

وَفِيهِ نَضَارَةٌ وَسَنىً وَمَاءُ

وَفِيهِ نَضَارَةٌ وَسَنىً وَمَاءُ

The morning sun has risen high, and the garden is radiant,

The sun of morning shone and the meadow bloomed

And in it are freshness, radiance, and water.

With freshness, ease and water

فَهُبِّي لِلصَّبوحِ وَبَادِرِيهِ

فَهُبِّي لِلصَّبوحِ وَبَادِرِيهِ

سُلاَفَتُهُ النَّزَاهَةُ وَالضِّياءُ

سُلاَفَتُهُ النَّزَاهَةُ وَالضِّياءُ

So rise for the morning draught, and hasten to it:

Rise to the morn and anticipate it

Its choicest wine is purity and light.

Its advance is honesty and illumination

وَشَادِي الصَّادِحَاتِ فَإِنَّ أَسْمَى

وَشَادِي الصَّادِحَاتِ فَإِنَّ أَسْمَى

بَيَانٍ لِلنُّفوسِ هُوَ الْغِنَاءُ

بَيَانٍ لِلنُّفوسِ هُوَ الْغِنَاءُ

And sing with the songbirds, for the loftiest

And sing loudly for the souls' highest

Expression of souls is song.

Expression is singing

وَحَاكِي الزَّهْرَ تَسْلِيماً وَلَهْواً

وَحَاكِي الزَّهْرَ تَسْلِيماً وَلَهْواً

فَمَا لِلْهَمِّ فِي حُسْنٍ ثَوَاءُ

فَمَا لِلْهَمِّ فِي حُسْنٍ ثَوَاءُ

And emulate the flowers in surrender and play,

And talk to the flowers agreeably and playfully

For worry has no dwelling place in beauty.

For anxiety has no place in beauty