بلبلa nightingale فيin الروضthe garden غنىsang
بلبل في الروض غنى
بينamid لباتbosoms الغصونthe boughs
بين لبات الغصون
A nightingale sang in the garden,
A nightingale sang
Amid the bosoms of the boughs;
Among the leaves of the branches
حركstirred الإحساسfeeling مناwithin us
حرك الإحساس منا
والحديثand the tale ذوfull of شجونsorrows
والحديث ذو شجون
It stirred feeling within us,
It stirred feelings in us
And the tale is full of sorrows.
And the words were full of passion
أيهاO الصداحthe warbling singer فيناamong us
أيها الصداح فينا
شنفdelight الأسماعthe ears باللّهfor God's sake
شنف الأسماع باللّه
O warbling singer in our midst,
O morning caller within us
Delight our ears, for God's sake;
Delight the ears, by God
وابدand show للخضراfor the Green One حنيناlonging
وابد للخضرا حنينا
واشفand quench للأحرارfor the free people غلّهburning thirst
واشف للأحرار غلّه
And show longing for the Green One,
And yearn for the greenery
And quench the free people's burning thirst;
And relieve the free from anguish
وانتقلand move حيناat one time فحيناthen at another
وانتقل حينا فحينا
بينamong أفنانbranches الفنونthe arts
بين أفنان الفنون
And move from time to time
And move sometimes from time to time
Among the branches of the arts.
Among the bouquets of arts
بلبلa nightingale فيin الروضthe garden غنىsang
بلبل في الروض غنى
بينamid لباتbosoms الغصونthe boughs
بين لبات الغصون
A nightingale sang in the garden,
A nightingale sang
Amid the bosoms of the boughs;
Among the leaves of the branches
حركstirred الإحساسfeeling مناwithin us
حرك الإحساس منا
والحديثand the tale ذوfull of شجونsorrows
والحديث ذو شجون
It stirred feeling within us,
It stirred feelings in us
And the tale is full of sorrows.
And the words were full of passion
ياO هزاراnightingale رقّgrew tender شجواin lament
يا هزارا رقّ شجوا
ردّدrepeat الصوتthe voice الشجياplaintive
ردّد الصوت الشجيا
O nightingale, grown tender in lament,
O thousands, soften the passionate voice
Repeat the plaintive song—
Echo the sorrowful voice
ليسnot مدحاpraise ليسnot هجواinvective
ليس مدحا ليس هجوا
بلbut rather حماساardor وطنياpatriotic
بل حماسا وطنيا
Not praise, not invective,
Not for praise or blame
But patriotic ardor.
But for patriotic fervor
بينناbetween us والطيرand the birds نجوىsecret conversation
بيننا والطير نجوى
فاصغso listen للسرto the secret المصونguarded
فاصغ للسر المصون
Between us and the birds is secret converse;
Between us and the birds, intimate talk
So listen to the guarded secret.
So listen to the guarded secret
بلبلa nightingale فيin الروضthe garden غنىsang
بلبل في الروض غنى
بينamid لبّاتbosoms الغصونthe boughs
بين لبّات الغصون
A nightingale sang in the garden,
A nightingale sang
Amid the bosoms of the boughs;
Among the leaves of the branches
حركstirred الإحساسfeeling مناwithin us
حرك الإحساس منا
والحديثand the tale ذوfull of شجونsorrows
والحديث ذو شجون
It stirred feeling within us,
It stirred feelings in us
And the tale is full of sorrows.
And the words were full of passion
ماhow أحيلاهsweet it is تناجwhispered communion
ما أحيلاه تناج
هزstirred أوتارstrings القلوبthe hearts
هز أوتار القلوب
How sweet it is, this whispered communion!
What beautiful seclusion
It stirred the heartstrings,
That shakes the strings of hearts
والنفوسand the souls فيin ابتهاجjoy
والنفوس في ابتهاج
والنسيمand the breeze فيin هبوبblowing
والنسيم في هبوب
And souls are rejoicing,
And the souls are in joy
And the breeze is blowing.
And the breeze is blowing
أيهاO الزاهيthe resplendent one بتاجwith a crown
أيها الزاهي بتاج
ماnot تجلّىrevealed itself للعيونto the eyes
ما تجلّى للعيون
O you resplendent in a crown
O you adorned with a crown
Unseen by the eyes.
What appeared to the eyes
بلبلa nightingale فيin الروضthe garden غنّىsang
بلبل في الروض غنّى
بينamid لباتbosoms الغصونthe boughs
بين لبات الغصون
A nightingale sang in the garden,
A nightingale sang
Amid the bosoms of the boughs;
Among the leaves of the branches
حركstirred الاحساسfeeling مناwithin us
حرك الاحساس منا
والحديثand the tale ذوfull of شجونsorrows
والحديث ذو شجون
It stirred feeling within us,
It stirred feelings in us
And the tale is full of sorrows.
And the words were full of passion
ياO بنىsons of الخضراthe Green One هلّمواcome
يا بنى الخضرا هلّموا
واسمعواand hear فيكمamong you نداهاher call
واسمعوا فيكم نداها
O sons of the Green One, come!
O children of greenery, come
And hear her call among you;
And listen to its call among you
وانهضواand rise فيهاwithin her وأمّواand aim for
وانهضوا فيها وأمّوا
برهاhonoring her واجنواand reap رضاهاher approval
برها واجنوا رضاها
And rise within her, and seek
And rise for it and desire
To honor her, and reap her approval.
Its happiness and gain its satisfaction
تونسTunisia للكلّto all أمّa mother
تونس للكلّ أمّ
ياO بنيsons of الأمّthe mother الحنونloving
يا بني الأمّ الحنون
Tunisia is a mother to all,
Tunisia is a mother for all
O sons of the loving mother!
O children of the affectionate mother
بلبلa nightingale فيin الروضthe garden غنّىsang
بلبل في الروض غنّى
بينamid لبّاتbosoms الغصونthe boughs
بين لبّات الغصون
A nightingale sang in the garden,
A nightingale sang
Amid the bosoms of the boughs;
Among the leaves of the branches
حركstirred الاحساسfeeling مناwithin us
حرك الاحساس منا
والحديثand the tale ذوfull of شجونsorrows
والحديث ذو شجون
It stirred feeling within us,
It stirred feelings in us
And the tale is full of sorrows.
And the words were full of passion
أيهاO الأحرارthe free people أنتمyou
أيها الأحرار أنتم
قدindeed سعيتمyou strove للترقيfor progress
قد سعيتم للترقي
O free people, you
O free people, you
Have indeed striven for progress,
Have strived for advancement
وطلبتمand you sought ماwhat طلبتمyou sought
وطلبتم ما طلبتم
باعتدالwith moderation وبحقand justly
باعتدال وبحق
And sought what you sought
And sought what you sought
With moderation and justice.
With moderation and rightly
لاdo not تقلsay كانواthey were وكنتمand you were
لا تقل كانوا وكنتم
بلrather فقلthen say هيّواcome on اسمعونيlisten to me
بل فقل هيّوا اسمعوني
Do not say, 'They were' and 'You were';
Do not say they were and you were
Rather say, 'Come, listen to me!'
Rather say, listen to me
بلبلa nightingale فيin الروضthe garden غنّىsang
بلبل في الروض غنّى
بينamid لبّاتbosoms الغصونthe boughs
بين لبّات الغصون
A nightingale sang in the garden,
A nightingale sang
Amid the bosoms of the boughs;
Among the leaves of the branches
حركstirred الإحساسfeeling مناwithin us
حرك الإحساس منا
والحديثand the tale ذوfull of شجونsorrows
والحديث ذو شجون
It stirred feeling within us,
It stirred feelings in us
And the tale is full of sorrows.
And the words were full of passion
تونسTunisia الخضراthe green تناديis calling
تونس الخضرا تنادي
لمhas not يضعbeen lost حقّa right لطالبfor a claimant
لم يضع حقّ لطالب
Green Tunisia is calling:
Green Tunisia calls
No claimant's right has been lost.
No one can defeat the rights of the seeker
وكذاand thus كانwas اعتقاديmy belief
وكذا كان اعتقادي
ليسis not غيرother than اللّهGod غالبvictorious
ليس غير اللّه غالب
And such was my belief:
And that was my belief
None but God prevails.
None defeats but God
فلتعيشيso may you live ياO بلاديmy homeland
فلتعيشي يا بلادي
وكماand as نرضاهwe approve of it كونيbe
وكما نرضاه كوني
So may you live, O my homeland,
So may you live, my country
And be as we wish you to be.
And be as we wish, be
Sol 6.1