صاحَ قُل لي ما هذِهِ الانوار
أَشموس هاتيكَ أَم أَقمار
Friend, tell me: what are these lights?
My friend, tell me, what are these lights?
Are those suns, or moons?
Are they suns, or are they moons?
أَم كُنوز مَملوءَة بِلآل
أَمرُموز في ضمنها أَسرار
Or treasures filled with pearls?
Or treasures filled with pearls?
Or symbols holding secrets within?
Or mysteries in which secrets are concealed?
أَم نَسيم الصِبا تَمشي سَحيرا
تَرَكتُ عِند نَشرِهِ الاِسحار
Or the breeze of youth, wafting shortly before dawn?
Or is it the morning breeze walking enchanted
I left enchantments behind when it spread.
Leaving behind it the spreading dawn?
يا بَني العَيدَروس طِبتُم نَجارا
حَبذا اِنتَمو وَذاكَ النَجّار
O sons of al-Aydarus, noble is your lineage!
O people of Eidarous, you were excellent carpenters
How splendid you are, and splendid that lineage!
How wonderful you and that carpenter were!
أَنتُم القَوم لا يُضام نزيل
في حاكم وَلَيسَ يظلم جار
You are the people: no guest is mistreated
You are a people whose guest is not wronged
Within [your protection], nor is any neighbor wronged.
By a ruler, and who does not oppress a neighbor
أَنتُم القَوم جَدّكم أَشرَف الرُس
ل وَأَنتُم مِن بَعدِهِ الاخبار
You are the people whose forefather is the noblest of messengers,
You are a people whose grandfather was the noblest of messengers
And after him you are [the virtuous].
And you, after him, are the best people
يا بَني العَيدَروس يا آل طه
فَضلكُم ما لِوَصفِهِ مِقدار
O sons of al-Aydarus, O family of Ta-Ha!
O people of Eidarous, O family of Taha
There is no measure for describing your excellence.
Your virtue has no limit to be described
شَرّف اللَه مصرنا اليَوم مِنكُم
بِشَريف لَهُ الكَمال شِعار
God has honored our Egypt today, from among you,
God has honored Egypt today through you
With a nobleman whose emblem is perfection.
With a noble one whose banner is perfection
هُوَ عَبدُ الرَحمن قَطب ذَوي العر
فان من أَشرَقت بِهِ الأَمصار
He is Abd al-Rahman, the spiritual pole of those possessing gnosis,
He is Abdel Rahman, the pole of nobility
The one through whom the cities shone.
For the regions have shone through him
قُلت يَوماً لِمادِحيه أَفيقوا
فَضله لا تقله الاِشعار
I once told those praising him: Come to your senses!
One day I said to his eulogists: be conscious
Poetry cannot encompass his excellence.
His merit cannot be fully told in poetry
Sol 6.1