ياO مُنيتيmy desire ياO غاليhigh in السومprice
يا مُنيتي يا غالي السوم
أَدرpass round لَناfor us سَلسبيلكyour Salsabil
أَدر لَنا سَلسبيلك
O my desire, O you of high worth,
O my wish, O precious intimate
Pass your Salsabil round to us.
Make your path smooth for us
وَاِسلكand lead بِناwith us مِنهاجthe path of القومthe folk
وَاِسلك بِنا مِنهاج القوم
فيin الحُبlove وَاِهجرand forsake سَبيلكyour path
في الحُب وَاِهجر سَبيلك
And lead us along the path of the folk
And take us on the path of the people
In love, and forsake your own path.
In love, and leave your path
بادرhasten إِلىto رَوضthe garden of الذكرِremembrance
بادر إِلى رَوض الذكرِ
وَاستجلand behold أَقداحcups of البِكرِvirgin wine
وَاستجل أَقداح البِكرِ
Hasten to the garden of remembrance,
Hasten to the garden of remembrance
And behold the cups of virgin wine.
And prepare the cups of innocence
وَنادهand call to him ياO ابنson of البكريal-Bakri
وَناده يا ابن البكري
أَنتَyou المُداويthe healer of عَليلكyour ailing one
أَنتَ المُداوي عَليلك
And call to him: O son of al-Bakri,
And call, O son of Bakri
You are the healer of your ailing one.
You are the one who cures your ailing one
سرjourney بيwith me إِلىto مجلىthe manifestation of أنسيmy solace
سر بي إِلى مجلى أنسي
مِنfrom حَضرةthe presence of السرِّthe mystery القُدسيthe sacred
مِن حَضرة السرِّ القُدسي
Lead me to the manifestation of my solace,
Travel with me to the sitting place of my intimacy
From the presence of the sacred mystery.
From the presence of the Most Holy Secret
ياO مُخجِلاًone who puts to shame نورthe light of الشَمسِthe sun
يا مُخجِلاً نور الشَمسِ
أجلّtoo exalted عَنهاbeyond it تَمثيلكlikening you
أجلّ عَنها تَمثيلك
O you who put the sun's light to shame,
O you who eclipse the light of the sun
You are too exalted to be likened to it.
Remove your likeness from it
سَلask ماwhat تَرومyou desire خَلىmy beloved سلماSalma
سَل ما تَروم خَلى سلما
إنif تَرتَجيyou hope for سَلماSalma سِلماin peace
إن تَرتَجي سَلما سِلما
Ask my beloved Salma for what you desire,
Ask however you wish openly
If you hope for Salma in peace.
If you want safety, then be safe
فَحَيثthen where ماever تَلقىyou find سَلماSalma
فَحَيث ما تَلقى سَلما
فيin الحَيthe tribe تَلقىyou find مَسؤولكwhat you seek
في الحَي تَلقى مَسؤولك
Then wherever you find Salma
For wherever you find safety
Among the tribe, you find what you seek.
In life, you will find your responsibility
ياO مُنيةthe desire of المضنىthe love-worn one عيديrestore
يا مُنية المضنى عيدي
وَصليmy union فَذاfor this is أَهناthe happiest عيدِfeast
وَصلي فَذا أَهنا عيدِ
O desire of the love-worn, restore
O my blissful agony, celebrate my feast
My union with you, for this is the happiest feast.
And join me, for this is a feast
وَأَنتَand you ياO مُسبيcaptor of الغيدِgraceful women
وَأَنتَ يا مُسبي الغيدِ
رِفقاًbe gentle بِحاليwith my plight روحيmy soul لَكfor you
رِفقاً بِحالي روحي لَك
And you, O captor of graceful women,
And you, O captor of happiness
Be gentle with my plight; my soul is yours.
Be gentle with my soul for you
لَوif تَمَّwere complete ليfor me مِنهاfrom her سَعديmy happiness
لَو تَمَّ لي مِنها سَعدي
ياO سَعدSa'd لَمdid not تخلفyou leave unfulfilled وَعديmy promise
يا سَعد لَم تخلف وَعدي
If my happiness through her were complete,
If I had my happiness fulfilled from it
O Sa'd, you would not have left my promise unfulfilled.
O happiness, you did not break your promise to me
تَفديكmay it ransom you ياO غُصنbough of الرندِlaurel
تَفديك يا غُصن الرندِ
روحthe soul of المعنّىthe tormented one قَتيلكthe one slain by you
روح المعنّى قَتيلك
May you be ransomed, O bough of laurel,
Your essence ransoms you, O branch of the vine
By the soul of the tormented one you have slain.
The spirit of meaning is your slain one
كَمhow often ياO عَذوليmy reproacher تغريyou incite others بيagainst me
كَم يا عَذولي تغري بي
وَقَدand already كَفانيhas sufficed me تَغريبيmy banishment
وَقَد كَفاني تَغريبي
How often, O my reproacher, you incite others against me!
How long, O unfair one, will you tempt me
And my exile has already been enough for me.
While my exile is enough for me
ماas long as دُمتyou continue تُبديto display تَعذيبيmy torment
ما دُمت تُبدي تَعذيبي
فَلَستso I do not أصغيheed فُضولكyour idle talk
فَلَست أصغي فُضولك
As long as you make my torment plain,
As long as you show me suffering
So I will not heed your idle talk.
Then I will not heed your nonsense
حَيّاgreeted نَسيمthe breeze of الأَسحارِthe predawn hours
حَيّا نَسيم الأَسحارِ
فَفاحَand so grew fragrant رَوضthe garden of الأَذكارِinvocations
فَفاحَ رَوض الأَذكارِ
The predawn breeze offered a greeting,
Greetings O morning breeze
And so the garden of invocations grew fragrant.
That blew into the garden of remembrance
ياO صاحبkeeper of السرّthe mystery الساريthe pervading
يا صاحب السرّ الساري
جرنيprotect me فَإِنّيfor indeed I am نَزيلكyour guest
جرني فَإِنّي نَزيلك
O keeper of the pervading mystery,
O owner of the flowing secret
Protect me, for I am your guest.
Pull me, for I am your guest
صَلِّbestow blessings وَسَلّمand grant peace ياO غَفارEver-Forgiving One
صَلِّ وَسَلّم يا غَفار
عَلىupon النَبيthe Prophet طَهَTaha المُختارthe Chosen One
عَلى النَبي طَهَ المُختار
Bestow blessings and peace, O Ever-Forgiving,
Pray and send peace, O Forgiver
Upon the Prophet Taha, the Chosen One,
Upon the chosen Prophet Taha
وَالآلand the family وَالصَحبand the companions الأَخيارthe virtuous
وَالآل وَالصَحب الأَخيار
أَنصارhelpers of طَهَTaha رَسولكyour Messenger
أَنصار طَهَ رَسولك
And the family and the virtuous companions,
And his family and good companions
The helpers of Taha, your Messenger.
The supporters of Taha, Your Messenger
Sol 6.1