لِذاتِكَto your person المَجدglory فيin العَلياءِthe heights يَنتَسِبُtraces its lineage
لِذاتِكَ المَجد في العَلياءِ يَنتَسِبُ
وَفيand in مَقامَكَyour presence باهيtook pride العِلمُlearning وَالأَدَبُand letters
وَفي مَقامَكَ باهي العِلمُ وَالأَدَبُ
Glory in the heights traces its lineage to you.
And in your presence, learning and letters take pride.
بِكَthrough you إِزدَهىgrew radiant الآنnow وَجهُthe face الشامِof al-Sham مُبتَهِجاًrejoicing
بِكَ إِزدَهى الآن وَجهُ الشامِ مُبتَهِجاً
وَفاضَand overflowed لَماwhen حَلَلتَyou arrived الأُنسُdelight وَالطَرَبُand rapture
وَفاضَ لَما حَلَلتَ الأُنسُ وَالطَرَبُ
Through you, the face of al-Sham now shines with joy.
And when you arrived, delight and rapture overflowed.
ماnot زِلتَyou have ceased تَهديyou bestow السَنىradiance لِلشَرقِupon the East مُبتَسِماًsmiling
ما زِلتَ تَهدي السَنى لِلشَرقِ مُبتَسِماً
حَتّىuntil تلمعَgleams فيat أَبوابِهِits gates الذَهَبُgold
حَتّى تلمعَ في أَبوابِهِ الذَهَبُ
You have never ceased to bestow radiance on the East, smiling,
Until gold gleams at its gates.
سوريَةُSyria اليَومَtoday بِالأَفراحِin joys رافِلَةٌresplendently arrayed
سوريَةُ اليَومَ بِالأَفراحِ رافِلَةٌ
تَكادُshe nearly تَرقُصُdances لَوif لَمnot يُغلَبis overcome الأَدَبُdecorum
تَكادُ تَرقُصُ لَو لَم يُغلَب الأَدَبُ
Today Syria is robed in joy;
She would almost dance, were decorum not overcome.
نادَتكَshe called to you لَماwhen اِبنتَyou revealed اللُطفِkindness عَنout of كَرَمٍgenerosity
نادَتكَ لَما اِبنتَ اللُطفِ عَن كَرَمٍ
ياO مُخلِصَsincere in الحُبِّlove أَنتَyou القَصدthe aim وَالطَلَبُand the quest
يا مُخلِصَ الحُبِّ أَنتَ القَصد وَالطَلَبُ
She called to you when you showed kindness out of generosity:
O you sincere in love, you are the aim and the quest.
قَدindeed أَنزَلَتكَplaced you المَعاليhigh honors هامَthe summits عِزَّتِهاof their glory
قَد أَنزَلَتكَ المَعالي هامَ عِزَّتِها
فَكُنتَand you became أَسعَدَthe most fortunate مَنthose who تَعلوrise high بِهِthrough him الرُتَبُranks
فَكُنتَ أَسعَدَ مَن تَعلو بِهِ الرُتَبُ
High honors have set you upon the summits of their glory,
And you became the most fortunate of those through whom ranks are exalted.
شَيدتَyou built مَجدكَyour glory فيin الدُنياthis world بِأَربَعَةٍupon four things
شَيدتَ مَجدكَ في الدُنيا بِأَربَعَةٍ
الفَضلُmerit وَالحلمُand forbearance وَالإِقدامُand courage وَالحَسَبُand noble lineage
الفَضلُ وَالحلمُ وَالإِقدامُ وَالحَسَبُ
You built your glory in this world upon four things:
Merit, forbearance, courage, and noble lineage.
قَدindeed رَقَّgrew tender لُطفُكَyour kindness لاnot يَبقىspares عَلىupon كَبدٍa heart (literally, liver)
قَد رَقَّ لُطفُكَ لا يَبقى عَلى كَبدٍ
كَأَنَّهُas though it were ساحِرٌa sorcerer لِلقَلبِfor the heart يَجتَذِبُdraws in
كَأَنَّهُ ساحِرٌ لِلقَلبِ يَجتَذِبُ
Your kindness has grown so tender that it spares no heart,
As though it were a sorcerer drawing the heart to itself.
نَراكَwe see you فيin قُطرناour land تاجاًa crown يُزَينهُadorns it
نَراكَ في قُطرنا تاجاً يُزَينهُ
وَكَوكَباًand a star لِأَثيرِto the ether المُلكِof kingship يَنتَسِبُbelongs
وَكَوكَباً لِأَثيرِ المُلكِ يَنتَسِبُ
We see you in our land as a crown adorning it,
And a star belonging to the ether of kingship.
وَسامَa badge مَجدٍof glory محلىadorned بِالجَواهِرِwith jewels
وَسامَ مَجدٍ محلى بِالجَواهِرِ
قَدindeed جادَتgave generously بِهِwith it التُركُthe Turks فَإِمتازَتand so gained distinction بِهِthrough it العَرَبُthe Arabs
قَد جادَت بِهِ التُركُ فَإِمتازَت بِهِ العَرَبُ
A badge of glory adorned with jewels,
The Turks bestowed it generously, and through it the Arabs gained distinction.
وَفيand in يَراعكَyour reed pen أَسرارٌmysteries مُنَوَّعَةٌmanifold
وَفي يَراعكَ أَسرارٌ مُنَوَّعَةٌ
تَجلوunveil رُموزَthe symbols مَعانٍof meanings كُلَهاall of them عَجَبُmarvels
تَجلو رُموزَ مَعانٍ كُلَها عَجَبُ
And within your reed pen lie manifold mysteries,
Unveiling the symbols of meanings, every one a marvel.
عِمادُa pillar فَضلٍof merit عَلَيهِupon it رايَةٌa banner نُشِرَتwas unfurled
عِمادُ فَضلٍ عَلَيهِ رايَةٌ نُشِرَت
فيon الأُفقِthe horizon لِلحِكمةfor wisdom الغَراءِradiant تَنَتَصِبُstands aloft
في الأُفقِ لِلحِكمة الغَراءِ تَنَتَصِبُ
A pillar of merit, upon which a banner has been unfurled,
Rising on the horizon for radiant wisdom.
مكفلٌentrusted بِنِظامِwith the order المُلكِof the realm مُنتَهِلٌdrinking deeply
مكفلٌ بِنِظامِ المُلكِ مُنتَهِلٌ
مِنfrom خَمرَةِthe wine الحَقِof truth حَيثُwhere الرُشدُright guidance يَنسَكِبُpours forth
مِن خَمرَةِ الحَقِ حَيثُ الرُشدُ يَنسَكِبُ
Entrusted with the order of the realm, drinking deeply
From the wine of truth, where right guidance pours forth.
لَوif لَمnot تَكُنit had أَسكَرتَهُintoxicated it وَهِيَwhile it تَنهَلَهُgives it drink
لَو لَم تَكُن أَسكَرتَهُ وَهِيَ تَنهَلَهُ
ماnot كانَit would have فيacross الطُرسِthe parchment يَجريrun وَهُوَwhile it يَضطَرِبُtrembles
ما كانَ في الطُرسِ يَجري وَهُوَ يَضطَرِبُ
Had the wine not intoxicated it while giving it drink,
It would not have run across the parchment, trembling.
وَفيand in يَمينِكَyour right hand سَيفٌa sword ضاءَshone مُنَطَبِعاًfashioned
وَفي يَمينِكَ سَيفٌ ضاءَ مُنَطَبِعاً
مِنfrom جَوهَرِthe essence البَرقِof lightning مَطبوعاًimprinted بِهِupon it اللَهَبُflame
مِن جَوهَرِ البَرقِ مَطبوعاً بِهِ اللَهَبُ
And in your right hand is a gleaming sword, fashioned
From the essence of lightning, with flame stamped into it.
حَذارbeware ياO زُمرَةَband الطاغينof tyrants مضرَبَهُits stroke
حَذار يا زُمرَةَ الطاغين مضرَبَهُ
إِنindeed الصَواعِقَthunderbolts مِنamong آثارِهاtheir effects العَطبُdestruction
إِن الصَواعِقَ مِن آثارِها العَطبُ
Beware its stroke, O band of tyrants!
For thunderbolts bring destruction in their wake.
يَعلوrises high فَتىًa youth رُحتَyou have begun بِالأَنظارِwith your glances تَشمَلَهُyou encompass him
يَعلو فَتىً رُحتَ بِالأَنظارِ تَشمَلَهُ
كَأَنَّهُas though he were لِنُجومtoward the stars الأُفقِof the horizon مُنجَذِبُdrawn
كَأَنَّهُ لِنُجوم الأُفقِ مُنجَذِبُ
A youth you have come to enfold in your gaze rises high,
As though drawn to the stars of the horizon.
شُكراًthanks لِفَضلِكَfor your bounty قَدindeed أَحييتَyou revived ذاone possessing أَمَلٍhope
شُكراً لِفَضلِكَ قَد أَحييتَ ذا أَمَلٍ
بِفَيضِthrough the outpouring حِلمِكَof your forbearance أَنتَyou المِنهَلُthe watering place العَذبُsweet
بِفَيضِ حِلمِكَ أَنتَ المِنهَلُ العَذبُ
Thanks for your bounty—you have revived one full of hope,
Through the outpouring of your forbearance—you are the sweet spring.
نادَيتُI called out بِإِسمِكَby your name يَبدُوappears بِالتَيَمُنِas a good omen ليto me
نادَيتُ بِإِسمِكَ يَبدُو بِالتَيَمُنِ لي
فَقُلتُso I said أَسعَدُAs'ad (most fortunate) حَيثُwhere السَعدُgood fortune وَالأَرَبُand desire
فَقُلتُ أَسعَدُ حَيثُ السَعدُ وَالأَرَبُ
I called out your name, which seems to me a good omen,
So I said, 'As'ad'—where good fortune and desire reside.
Sol 6.1