أَدِيرَاpass round, you two كُؤُوسَcups الرَّاحِwine قَدْalready لَمَعَhas gleamed الْفَجْرُdawn
أَدِيرَا كُؤُوسَ الرَّاحِ قَدْ لَمَعَ الْفَجْرُ
وَصَاحَتْand cried بِنَاto us الأَطْيَارُthe birds أَنْthat وَجَبَhas become due السُّكْرُintoxication
وَصَاحَتْ بِنَا الأَطْيَارُ أَنْ وَجَبَ السُّكْرُ
Pass round the cups of wine, you two; dawn has shone forth.
And the birds have called to us: “Drunkenness is now due.”
أَمَاdo ... not? تَرَيَانِyou two see اللَّيْلَthe night كَيْفَhow تَسَلَّلَتْhave slipped away
أَمَا تَرَيَانِ اللَّيْلَ كَيْفَ تَسَلَّلَتْ
كَوَاكِبُهُits stars لِلْغَرْبِtoward the west وَانْحَدَرَand descended النَّسْرُthe Eagle
كَوَاكِبُهُ لِلْغَرْبِ وَانْحَدَرَ النَّسْرُ
Do you two not see the night, how
Its stars have slipped westward and the Eagle has descended?
فَقُومَاso rise, you two انْظُرَاlook, you two ماwhat يَصْنَعُdoes الصُّبْحُthe morning بِالدُّجَىto the darkness
فَقُومَا انْظُرَا ما يَصْنَعُ الصُّبْحُ بِالدُّجَى
فَإِنِّيfor I أَرَىsee مَاwhat لَيْسَnot يَبْلُغُهُreaches it الذُّكْرُdescription
فَإِنِّي أَرَى مَا لَيْسَ يَبْلُغُهُ الذُّكْرُ
So rise, you two, and see what morning does to darkness;
For I see what no description can encompass.
أَرَىI see أَدْهَمَاًa black horse يَتْلُوهُfollows it أَشْهَبُa gray horse طَارِدٌpursuing
أَرَى أَدْهَمَاً يَتْلُوهُ أَشْهَبُ طَارِدٌ
كِلاboth الْفَرَسَيْنِhorses اغْتَالَhas devoured شَأْوَهُمَاthe course of both الْحُضْرُthe gallop
كِلا الْفَرَسَيْنِ اغْتَالَ شَأْوَهُمَا الْحُضْرُ
I see a black steed followed by a pursuing gray;
Both steeds—their gallop has devoured their course.
وَقَدْand already حَنَّتِhave crooned الأَطْيَارُthe birds فِيin وُكُنَاتِهَاtheir nests
وَقَدْ حَنَّتِ الأَطْيَارُ فِي وُكُنَاتِهَا
وَقَامَand rose يُحَيِّينَاgreeting us عَلَىon سَاقِهِits stalk الزَّهْرُthe blossom
وَقَامَ يُحَيِّينَا عَلَى سَاقِهِ الزَّهْرُ
The birds have crooned within their nests,
And the blossom stands on its stalk to greet us.
وَأَصْبَحَتِand have become الْغُدْرَانُthe ponds تَصْقُلُهاpolishes them الصَّبَاthe east wind
وَأَصْبَحَتِ الْغُدْرَانُ تَصْقُلُها الصَّبَا
وَيَرْقُمُand embroiders مَتْنَيْهَاtheir two flanks بِلُؤْلُئِهِwith its pearls الْقَطْرُthe rain
وَيَرْقُمُ مَتْنَيْهَا بِلُؤْلُئِهِ الْقَطْرُ
And morning finds the ponds polished by the east wind,
While rain embroiders both their flanks with its pearls.
تَرِفُّshimmer كَمَاas رَفَّتْhave shimmered صَحَائِفُsheets of فِضَّةٍsilver
تَرِفُّ كَمَا رَفَّتْ صَحَائِفُ فِضَّةٍ
عَلَيْهِنَّupon them مِنْfrom لأْلاءِthe glitter of شَمْسِthe sun of الضُّحَىmidmorning تِبْرُraw gold
عَلَيْهِنَّ مِنْ لأْلاءِ شَمْسِ الضُّحَى تِبْرُ
They shimmer as sheets of silver shimmer,
Upon them lies raw gold from the midmorning sun's glitter.
عَصَائِبُflocks حَوْلَaround الْمَاءِthe water يَدْرِمْنَscurry هُتَّفَاًcalling loudly
عَصَائِبُ حَوْلَ الْمَاءِ يَدْرِمْنَ هُتَّفَاً
بِلَحْنٍwith a melody لَهُit has فِيin كُلِّevery سَامِعَةٍear أَثْرُan effect
بِلَحْنٍ لَهُ فِي كُلِّ سَامِعَةٍ أَثْرُ
Flocks scurry round the water, calling loudly,
With a melody that leaves its mark on every ear.
إِذَاwhen صَرْصَرَscreeches الْبَازِيthe hawk تَلَبَّدْنَthey crouch بِالثَّرىagainst the earth
إِذَا صَرْصَرَ الْبَازِي تَلَبَّدْنَ بِالثَّرى
مِنَfrom الرُّعْبِterror حَتَّىuntil لاnot يَبِينُis discernible لَهَاof theirs صَرُّa chirp
مِنَ الرُّعْبِ حَتَّى لا يَبِينُ لَهَا صَرُّ
When the hawk screeches, they crouch against the earth
From terror, until not a chirp of theirs can be heard.
يُسَارِقْنَهُthey watch him furtively حَتَّىuntil إِذَاwhen غَابَvanishes ظِلُّهُhis shadow
يُسَارِقْنَهُ حَتَّى إِذَا غَابَ ظِلُّهُ
عَنِfrom الْمَاءِthe water عَادَreturns اللَّحْنُthe song وَانْتَشَرَand spreads الْهَدْرُthe cooing
عَنِ الْمَاءِ عَادَ اللَّحْنُ وَانْتَشَرَ الْهَدْرُ
They watch him furtively until, when his shadow vanishes
From the water, song returns and cooing spreads.
تَرَاهُنَّyou see them أَسْرَابَاًin flocks عَلَىover المَاءِthe water حُوَّماًcircling
تَرَاهُنَّ أَسْرَابَاً عَلَى المَاءِ حُوَّماً
يُقَرِّبُهَاdraws them near ظِمْءٌthirst وَيُبْعِدُهاand drives them away ذُعْرُfear
يُقَرِّبُهَا ظِمْءٌ وَيُبْعِدُها ذُعْرُ
You see them in flocks, circling above the water;
Thirst draws them near, and fear drives them away.
تَرُوحُthey go at evening وَتَغْدُوand go at morning بَيْنَamong أَفْنَانِthe branches of دَوْحَةٍa great tree
تَرُوحُ وَتَغْدُو بَيْنَ أَفْنَانِ دَوْحَةٍ
سَقَاهَاwatered it مِنَfrom الْوَسْمِيِّthe autumn rains مُسْتَوْكَفٌa rain-pouring cloud غَزْرُcopious
سَقَاهَا مِنَ الْوَسْمِيِّ مُسْتَوْكَفٌ غَزْرُ
They go at dusk and dawn among the boughs of a great tree,
Watered by a copious, pouring cloud of autumn rain.
لَهَاit has فِيtoward نَوَاحِيthe reaches of الأُفْقِthe horizon لَفْتَةُthe head-turn of أَصْيَدٍa haughty man
لَهَا فِي نَوَاحِي الأُفْقِ لَفْتَةُ أَصْيَدٍ
يَلُوحُappears عَلَىon أَطْرَافِthe tips of عِرْنِينِهِhis nose الْكِبْرُpride
يَلُوحُ عَلَى أَطْرَافِ عِرْنِينِهِ الْكِبْرُ
Toward the horizon's reaches it turns like a proud man,
Pride showing at the tip of his nose.
مَلاعِبُplaygrounds لَهْوٍof pleasure يَقْصُرُfalls short الطَّرْفُthe gaze دُونَهَاof reaching them
مَلاعِبُ لَهْوٍ يَقْصُرُ الطَّرْفُ دُونَهَا
وَدُنْيَاand a world of نَعِيمٍbliss لاnot يُحِيطُsurrounds بِهَاaround it الْفِكْرُthought
وَدُنْيَا نَعِيمٍ لا يُحِيطُ بِهَا الْفِكْرُ
Playgrounds of pleasure beyond the eye's full reach,
And a world of bliss that thought cannot encompass.
فَيَاso, O صَاحِبَيtwo companions of نَجْوَايَmy intimate conversation قُومَاrise, you two لِشُرْبِهَاto drink it
فَيَا صَاحِبَي نَجْوَايَ قُومَا لِشُرْبِهَا
فَفِيfor in مِثْلِthe like of هَذَاthis الْيَوْمِday طَابَتْhas become sweet لَنَاfor us الْخَمْرُwine
فَفِي مِثْلِ هَذَا الْيَوْمِ طَابَتْ لَنَا الْخَمْرُ
So, my two companions in confidence, rise to drink it;
For wine is sweet to us on such a day as this.
وَشَأْنَكُمَاand have your way, you two فِيwith الرَّاحِwine فَالْعَيْشُfor life وَالصِّبَاand youth
وَشَأْنَكُمَا فِي الرَّاحِ فَالْعَيْشُ وَالصِّبَا
إِذَاif الرَّاحُwine لَمْnot تَخْفِرْهُمَاguards them both فَسَدَis spoiled الْعُمْرُone's lifetime
إِذَا الرَّاحُ لَمْ تَخْفِرْهُمَا فَسَدَ الْعُمْرُ
Devote yourselves to wine; for life and youth—
If wine does not guard them, life goes to waste.
خَبِيئَةُa hidden treasure of قَوْمٍa people خَلَّفُوهَاthey left it behind لِغَيْرِهِمْfor others than themselves
خَبِيئَةُ قَوْمٍ خَلَّفُوهَا لِغَيْرِهِمْ
خَلَتْhave passed دُونَهَاpast it الأَيَّامُthe days وَاخْتَلَفَand changed الْعَصْرُthe age
خَلَتْ دُونَهَا الأَيَّامُ وَاخْتَلَفَ الْعَصْرُ
A people's hidden treasure, which they left to others,
Days have passed it by, and the age has changed.
فَجَاءَتْso it emerged كَمِصْبَاحِlike the lamp of السَّمَاءِheaven مُنِيرَةًshining
فَجَاءَتْ كَمِصْبَاحِ السَّمَاءِ مُنِيرَةً
إِذَاwhen اتَّقَدَتْit blazes فِيin الْكَأْسِthe cup سَارَjourney بِهَاby its glow السَّفْرُthe travelers
إِذَا اتَّقَدَتْ فِي الْكَأْسِ سَارَ بِهَا السَّفْرُ
It has emerged shining like the lamp of heaven;
When it blazes in the cup, travelers journey by its glow.
وَإِنْand if أَنْتُمَاyou two غَنَّيْتُمَانِيَyou two sing to me فَلْتَكُنْthen let there be
وَإِنْ أَنْتُمَا غَنَّيْتُمَانِيَ فَلْتَكُنْ
أَنَاشِيدَsongs يَهْفُوfalters دُونَbefore تَسْمَاعِهَاhearing them الصَّبْرُpatience
أَنَاشِيدَ يَهْفُو دُونَ تَسْمَاعِهَا الصَّبْرُ
And if you two sing to me, let there be
Songs before whose sound patience falters;
أَنَاشِيدَsongs فِيهَاin them لِلْمَلِيحَةِfor the lovely woman وَالْهَوَىand love
أَنَاشِيدَ فِيهَا لِلْمَلِيحَةِ وَالْهَوَى
مَعَاذِيرُpleas أَحْوَالٍof circumstances يَلِينُsoftens لَهَاat them الصَّخْرُstone
مَعَاذِيرُ أَحْوَالٍ يَلِينُ لَهَا الصَّخْرُ
Songs in which, for the lovely woman and for love,
Are pleas born of circumstances that would soften stone.
لَعَلَّperhaps هَواهَاher love أَنْto يَعُودَreturn كَمَاas بَدَاit first appeared
لَعَلَّ هَواهَا أَنْ يَعُودَ كَمَا بَدَا
رَخِيَّsoft of الْحَواشِيedges قَبْلَbefore أَنْto يَنْشَبَtakes hold الْهَجْرُestrangement
رَخِيَّ الْحَواشِي قَبْلَ أَنْ يَنْشَبَ الْهَجْرُ
Perhaps her love will return as it first appeared,
Soft along its edges, before estrangement took hold.
مِنَamong الْبِيضِfair-skinned women مَيْسَانُgracefully swaying الْعَشِيَّاتِin the evenings غَادَةٌa supple beauty
مِنَ الْبِيضِ مَيْسَانُ الْعَشِيَّاتِ غَادَةٌ
سَلِيمَةٌunblemished مَاwhat تَحْوِيcontain الْمَعَاقِدُthe fastenings وَالأُزْرُand waist-wraps
سَلِيمَةٌ مَا تَحْوِي الْمَعَاقِدُ وَالأُزْرُ
A supple beauty among the fair, swaying in the evenings,
Unblemished in what fastenings and waist-wraps conceal.
إِذَاwhen سَفَرَتْshe unveils وَالْبَدْرُand the full moon لَيلَةَon the night of تَمِّهِits fullness
إِذَا سَفَرَتْ وَالْبَدْرُ لَيلَةَ تَمِّهِ
وَلاحَاand both shine سَوَاءًalike قِيلَit is asked أَيُّهُماwhich of the two الْبَدْرُthe full moon
وَلاحَا سَوَاءً قِيلَ أَيُّهُما الْبَدْرُ
When she unveils, with the full moon on its fullest night,
And both shine alike, people ask, “Which is the full moon?”
لَهَاshe has لَفْتَةُthe head-turn of الْخَشْفِthe fawn الأَغَنِّsoftly nasal-voiced وَنَظْرَةٌand a glance
لَهَا لَفْتَةُ الْخَشْفِ الأَغَنِّ وَنَظْرَةٌ
تُقَصِّرُfalls short عَنْof أَمْثَالِهَاits counterparts الْفَتْكَةُthe surprise assault الْبِكْرُthe first
تُقَصِّرُ عَنْ أَمْثَالِهَا الْفَتْكَةُ الْبِكْرُ
Hers is the turn of a soft-voiced fawn, and a glance
That even a first surprise assault cannot rival.
تَرُدُّit turns النُّفُوسَsouls السَّالِماتِhealthy سَقِيمَةًsick
تَرُدُّ النُّفُوسَ السَّالِماتِ سَقِيمَةً
وَتَفْعَلُand does مَاwhat لاnot تَفْعَلُdo الْبِيضُbright swords وَالسُّمْرُand brown spears
وَتَفْعَلُ مَا لا تَفْعَلُ الْبِيضُ وَالسُّمْرُ
It turns sound souls sick,
And does what bright swords and brown spears cannot.
خَفَضْتُI lowered لَهَاbefore her مِنِّيfrom me جَنَاحَيْthe two wings of مَوَدَّةٍaffection
خَفَضْتُ لَهَا مِنِّي جَنَاحَيْ مَوَدَّةٍ
وَدِنْتُand I submitted لِعَيْنَيْهَاto her two eyes كَمَاas حَكَمَdecreed الدَّهْرُfate
وَدِنْتُ لِعَيْنَيْهَا كَمَا حَكَمَ الدَّهْرُ
I lowered before her my two wings of affection,
And yielded to her eyes, as fate decreed.
عَلَىdespite أَنَّthat مَاwhat lies بَيْنِيbetween me وَبَيْنَand between عَشِيرِهَاher husband
عَلَى أَنَّ مَا بَيْنِي وَبَيْنَ عَشِيرِهَا
قَوَارِعُblows سُوءٍof evil لاnot يَنَامُsleeps لَهَاfor them وِتْرُa claim to vengeance
قَوَارِعُ سُوءٍ لا يَنَامُ لَهَا وِتْرُ
Although between me and her husband
Are grievous blows whose vengeance never sleeps.
فَيَاso, O رَبَّةَmistress of الْخَلْخَالِthe anklet رِفْقَاًbe gentle بِمُهْجَتِيwith my lifeblood
فَيَا رَبَّةَ الْخَلْخَالِ رِفْقَاً بِمُهْجَتِي
فَبِالْغَادَةِfor a graceful woman الْحَسْنَاءِbeautiful لاnot يَحْسُنُbefits الْغَدْرُtreachery
فَبِالْغَادَةِ الْحَسْنَاءِ لا يَحْسُنُ الْغَدْرُ
So, lady of the anklet, be gentle with my lifeblood;
For treachery does not become a graceful beauty.
وَبُقْيَاand show mercy عَلَىto قَلْبِيmy heart فَلَوْfor if لَمْnot يَكُنْthere were بِهِin it
وَبُقْيَا عَلَى قَلْبِي فَلَوْ لَمْ يَكُنْ بِهِ
سِوَىexcept حُبِّlove of عَبْدِAbd (servant of) اللَّهِAllah (God) كَانَthere would be لَهُfor it عُذْرُan excuse
سِوَى حُبِّ عَبْدِ اللَّهِ كَانَ لَهُ عُذْرُ
And spare my heart; for if it held
Nothing but love for Abd Allah, it would have an excuse.
أَخِيmy brother وَصَدِيقِيand my friend وَابْنُand the son of وُدِّيmy affection وَصَاحِبِيand my companion
أَخِي وَصَدِيقِي وَابْنُ وُدِّي وَصَاحِبِي
وَمَوْضِعُand the repository of سِرِّيmy secret حِينَwhen يَعْتَلِجُis in turmoil الصَّدْرُthe breast
وَمَوْضِعُ سِرِّي حِينَ يَعْتَلِجُ الصَّدْرُ
My brother and my friend, the son of my affection and my companion,
And the repository of my secret when my breast is in turmoil.
هُوَhe الصَّاحِبُthe friend الْمَشْكُورُthanked فِيin الْوُدِّaffection سَعْيُهُhis effort
هُوَ الصَّاحِبُ الْمَشْكُورُ فِي الْوُدِّ سَعْيُهُ
وَمَاand what خَيْرُgood وُدٍّaffection لَيْسَnot يَلْحَقُهُfollows it شُكْرُgratitude
وَمَا خَيْرُ وُدٍّ لَيْسَ يَلْحَقُهُ شُكْرُ
He is the friend whose efforts in affection deserve thanks;
What good is affection that meets with no gratitude?
أَمِينٌtrustworthy عَلَىwith غَيْبِthe secrets of الصَّدِيقِa friend إِذَاwhen وَنَتْweaken
أَمِينٌ عَلَى غَيْبِ الصَّدِيقِ إِذَا وَنَتْ
عُهُودُthe pledges of أُنَاسٍothers أَوْor تَطَرَّقَهَاtouches them فَتْرُlanguor
عُهُودُ أُنَاسٍ أَوْ تَطَرَّقَهَا فَتْرُ
Trustworthy with a friend's secrets, when
Others' pledges weaken or are touched by languor.
فَلاso neither جَهْرُهُhis open speech سِرٌّa secret وَلاnor سِرُّthe secret of صَدْرِهِhis breast
فَلا جَهْرُهُ سِرٌّ وَلا سِرُّ صَدْرِهِ
إِذَاwhen امْتَحَنَprobes الْوَاشِيthe slanderer ضَمَائِرَهُhis inner thoughts جَهْرُpublic
إِذَا امْتَحَنَ الْوَاشِي ضَمَائِرَهُ جَهْرُ
His open speech is no secret, nor is the secret in his breast,
When a slanderer probes his thoughts, made public.
يَدِبُّhe creeps عَلَىtoward الْمَعْنَىthe meaning الْخَفِيِّhidden بِفِكْرَةٍwith a thought
يَدِبُّ عَلَى الْمَعْنَى الْخَفِيِّ بِفِكْرَةٍ
سَوَاءٌalike لَدَيْهَاto it السَّهْلُsmooth ground فيin ذَاكَthat وَالْوَعْرُand rugged ground
سَوَاءٌ لَدَيْهَا السَّهْلُ في ذَاكَ وَالْوَعْرُ
He creeps toward the hidden meaning with a thought
For which, in this, smooth and rugged ground are alike.
لَهُhe has الْبُلْجَةُdawn-brightness الْغَرَّاءُradiant يَسْرِيtravels شُعَاعُهَاits radiance
لَهُ الْبُلْجَةُ الْغَرَّاءُ يَسْرِي شُعَاعُهَا
إِذَاwhen غَامَclouds over أُفْقُthe horizon of الْفَهْمِunderstanding وَالْتَبَسَand becomes obscure الأَمْرُthe matter
إِذَا غَامَ أُفْقُ الْفَهْمِ وَالْتَبَسَ الأَمْرُ
His is a radiant dawn whose light travels
When understanding's horizon clouds and the matter grows obscure.
تزَاحمُjostle أَفْواجُthrongs of الْكَلامِspeech بِصَدْرِهِin his breast
تزَاحمُ أَفْواجُ الْكَلامِ بِصَدْرِهِ
فَلَوْso if غَضَّhe lowered مِنْsome of صَوْتٍa voice لَكَانَthere would be لَهَاfor them هَدْرُa roar
فَلَوْ غَضَّ مِنْ صَوْتٍ لَكَانَ لَهَا هَدْرُ
Throngs of words jostle in his breast;
Even were he to lower his voice, they would still roar.
لَهُhe has قَلَمٌa pen لَوْلاwere it not for غَزَارَةُthe abundance of فِكْرِهِhis thought
لَهُ قَلَمٌ لَوْلا غَزَارَةُ فِكْرِهِ
لَجَفَّتْwould dry up لَدَيهِbeside him السُّحْبُthe clouds أَوْor نَفِدَwould run out الْبَحْرُthe sea
لَجَفَّتْ لَدَيهِ السُّحْبُ أَوْ نَفِدَ الْبَحْرُ
He has a pen; were it not for his thought's abundance,
The clouds would dry up beside him, or the sea run out.
إِذَاwhen اخْتَمَرَتْveils itself بِاللَّيْلِin night قِمَّةُthe crown of رَأْسِهِhis head
إِذَا اخْتَمَرَتْ بِاللَّيْلِ قِمَّةُ رَأْسِهِ
تَفَجَّرَbursts forth مِنْfrom أَطْرَافِthe tips of لِمَّتِهَاits tresses الْفَجْرُdawn
تَفَجَّرَ مِنْ أَطْرَافِ لِمَّتِهَا الْفَجْرُ
When the crown of his head veils itself in night,
Dawn bursts from the tips of its locks.
إِلَيْكَtoward you ابْنَson of بَطْحَاءِthe broad gravelly plain of الْكَلامِspeech تَشَذَّرَتْhave pranced
إِلَيْكَ ابْنَ بَطْحَاءِ الْكَلامِ تَشَذَّرَتْ
بِرَكْبِwith a caravan of الْمَعَانِيmeanings لاnot يُكَفْكِفُهَاrestrains them الزَّجْرُrebuke
بِرَكْبِ الْمَعَانِي لا يُكَفْكِفُهَا الزَّجْرُ
To you, son of eloquence's broad plain, they prance,
With a caravan of meanings, unchecked by rebuke:
قَلائِصُyoung she-camels لاnot يَرْعَيْنَgraze on عَازِبَةَdistant الْكَلاpasture
قَلائِصُ لا يَرْعَيْنَ عَازِبَةَ الْكَلا
وَلاnor يَسْتَبِقْنَrace toward الْمَاءَthe water إِنْif فَاتَهَاpasses them by الْعِشْرُthe ten-day watering
وَلا يَسْتَبِقْنَ الْمَاءَ إِنْ فَاتَهَا الْعِشْرُ
Young she-camels that do not graze on distant pasture,
Nor race for water if their ten-day watering is missed.
وَمَاand not هُوَit إِلَّاexcept الشِّعْرُpoetry سَارَتْhave traveled عِيابُهُits baggage sacks
وَمَا هُوَ إِلَّا الشِّعْرُ سَارَتْ عِيابُهُ
وَفِيand in طَيِّهَاtheir folds مِنْfrom طِيبِthe sweetness of مَاwhat ضُمِّنَتْthey were filled with نَشْرُfragrance
وَفِي طَيِّهَا مِنْ طِيبِ مَا ضُمِّنَتْ نَشْرُ
It is nothing but poetry: its baggage sacks have set out,
And in their folds lies fragrance from their sweet contents.
فَأَلْقِso lend إِلَيْهِto it السَّمْعَyour ear يُنْبِئْكَit will tell you أَنَّهُthat it
فَأَلْقِ إِلَيْهِ السَّمْعَ يُنْبِئْكَ أَنَّهُ
هُوَit الشِّعْرُpoetry لاnot مَاwhat يَدَّعِيclaims الْمَلأُthe crowd الْغَمْرُignorant
هُوَ الشِّعْرُ لا مَا يَدَّعِي الْمَلأُ الْغَمْرُ
So lend it your ear; it will tell you that
It is poetry—not what the ignorant crowd lays claim to.
يَزِيدُincreases عَلَىwith الإِنْشَادِrecitation حُسْنَاًin beauty كَأَنَّنِيas though I
يَزِيدُ عَلَى الإِنْشَادِ حُسْنَاً كَأَنَّنِي
نَفَثْتُI breathed بِهِinto it سِحْرَاًa spell وَلَيْسَand there is no بِهِin it سِحْرُmagic
نَفَثْتُ بِهِ سِحْرَاً وَلَيْسَ بِهِ سِحْرُ
It grows in beauty with recitation, as though I
Had breathed a spell into it, though no magic is in it.
فَدُمْso live on لِلْعُلاfor glory وَالْعِلْمِand knowledge وَالْحِلْمِand forbearance وَالتُّقَىand piety
فَدُمْ لِلْعُلا وَالْعِلْمِ وَالْحِلْمِ وَالتُّقَى
وَنَيْلِand attaining الْمُنَىwishes مَاas long as أَوْرَقَputs forth leaves الْغُصُنُthe bough النَّضْرُfresh
وَنَيْلِ الْمُنَى مَا أَوْرَقَ الْغُصُنُ النَّضْرُ
Live on for glory, knowledge, forbearance, and piety,
And the fulfillment of hopes, as long as the fresh bough puts forth leaves.
Sol 6.1