مِنكَ المَحامِدُ تَنتَظِر
وَلَكَ التَشَكُر في البَشَر
Noble deeds are awaited from you;
and yours is the gratitude of humankind.
خورشيد يا شَمسَ العُلى
يا بَدرَنا العالي الأَغَر
Khurshid—O sun of the heights,
O our lofty, radiant moon!
مُذ لُحتَ يا نور الهُدى
في أُفُقِنا اِنبَهَر البَصَر
Since you appeared, O light of guidance,
upon our horizon, sight has been dazzled.
فَالفَضل يَسطَع في الدُجى
وَالشُكر يَصدحُ في السحر
Virtue shines amid the darkness,
and gratitude rings out before the dawn.
أَنا فيكَ مُفتَخِرٌ عَلى
أَهل المَلا وَمِن اِفتَخَر
In you I glory above
all humankind and all who boast.
لَكَ منةٌ تَسمو عَلى
ضُعفي وَتَعجِزُ مِن شُكر
Yours is a favor towering beyond
my frailty, which cannot render thanks.
ما زالَ لُطفَكَ غامري
مِن بَحر حِلمِكَ إِذ زَخَر
Your kindness has never ceased to engulf me,
drawn from the sea of your forbearance when it swelled.
فَحَمَلتُ لجتهُ عَلى
لجج البِحار وَلا خَطَر
So I bore its surging depths across
the ocean deeps, and knew no peril,
حَتّى بَلَغتُ بِظِلِهِ
أَرضاً يَحير بِها النَظَر
until, through his learning, I reached
a land that bewilders the gaze.
سور المَدينة سَيدي
ذَهَبٌ وَتُربَتُها دُرر
The city’s wall, my lord—
is gold, and its soil is pearls.
كَيفَ اِنقَلَبَت تَرى بِها
نَبعَ اللَجين قَد اِنفَجَر
Whichever way you turn, you see there
a spring of silver bursting forth.
لَكِنَّها شَغلت بِهِ
عَن منهل الأُنس الأَغر
Yet I was preoccupied by it,
away from the radiant wellspring of fellowship.
فَالنيل في فَيَضانِهِ
لَم يَطفِ ما بي مِن شَرر
Even the Nile in all its flood
could not quench the sparks within me.
لَكن بِقُربِكَ سَيدي
نِيلٌ بِهِ نيلُ الوَطَر
But near you, my lord,
is a Nile by which the heart’s desire is won.
إِن المقطم صاغِرٌ
عَن أَن تَسوحَ بِهِ الفكر
Muqattam constrains me,
keeping thought from roaming across it;
وَبِسَفح لُبنان الهَنا
يَصفو بِتَسريح النَظَر
but on Lebanon’s slopes, delight
grows pure as the gaze is given rein.
سِكك الحَديد تَطيرُ بي
فَوقَ الفَلاة فَلا مَقَر
The iron rails carry me flying
across the wilderness, with nowhere to rest;
وَيَطيرُ قَلبي لِلحِما
بِأَقل مِن لَمح البَصَر
and my heart flies home to the homeland
in less than the blink of an eye.
سَلوايَ ذكرُكَ دائِماً
وَحَديث فَضلك لي سُمر
My solace is always remembering you,
and speaking of your grace is my evening converse.
Sol 5.6