أَقْبَلَ الصُّبْحُ يُغنِّي

للحياةِ النَّاعِسَهْ

The dawn arrived singing

Morning has arrived, singing

To the sleepy life

To life that is still drowsy,

والرُّبى تَحلمُ في ظِلِّ

الغُصونِ المائِسَهْ

While the meadows dream in the shade

And the hills dream within the shadow

Of the withering branches

Of the swaying boughs,

والصَّبا تُرْقِصُ أَوراقَ

الزُّهورِ اليابسَهْ

And the breeze dances the leaves

And the breeze makes the leaves dance

Of the dried flowers

Of the withered flowers,

وتَهادى النُّورَ في

تِلْكَ الفِجاجِ الدَّامسَهْ

And the light sways

And the light glides gracefully into

In those gloomy ravines

Those dark, deep ravines.

أَقبلَ الصُّبْحُ جميلاً

يملأُ الأُفْقَ بَهَاهْ

The dawn arrived beautifully

Morning has arrived, beautiful,

Filling the horizon with its splendor

Filling the horizon with its splendor;

فتَمَطَّى الزَّهرُ والطَّيْرُ

وأَمواجُ المياهْ

So the flowers and birds fluttered

So the flowers and birds stretch themselves,

And the waves of water

As do the waves of the water.

قَدْ أَفاقَ العالم الحيُّ

وغَنَّى للحياهْ

The living world has awakened

The living world has awakened

And sang to life

And sung to life;

فأَفيقي يا خِرافي

وهَلُمِّي يا شِياهْ

So awake my ewes

So wake up, my sheep,

And come my lambs

And come along, my ewes,

واتبعِيني يا شِياهي

بَيْنَ أَسرابِ الطُّيورْ

And follow me my lambs

And follow me, my flock,

Among the flocks of birds

Amidst the swarms of birds,

واملإِي الوادي ثُغاءً

ومِراحاً وحُبُورْ

And fill the valley with bleating

And fill the valley with your bleating,

And joy and rams

With frolic and with joy.

واسمعي هَمْسَ السَّواقي

وانشقي عِطْرَ الزُّهُورْ

And listen to the murmur of the brooks

Listen to the whisper of the brooks,

And breathe in the scent of flowers

And inhale the flowers' scent,

وانظري الوادي يُغَشِّيهِ

الضَّبابُ المُسْتَنيرْ

And see the valley covered

And gaze at the valley covered by

By the shining mist

The luminous mist.

واقطُفي من كلإِ الأَرضِ

ومَرعاها الجَديدْ

And pick from all the land

Graze upon the earth's grass,

And its new pastures

And its fresh, new pasture,

واسمعي شبَّابتي تَشْدُو

بمعسولِ النَّشيدْ

And listen to my youthfulness singing

And listen to my reed flute singing

With the honeyed chant

Its honeyed song.

نَغَمٌ يَصْعَدُ مِنْ قلبي

كأَنفاسِ الوُرودْ

A melody rises from my heart

A melody rising from my heart

Like the breath of roses

Like the breath of roses,

ثمَّ يَسْمو طائراً كالبلبلِ

الشَّادي السَّعيدْ

Then it soars like a happy bulbul

Then soaring high like a nightingale,

And when we come to the forest

The happy, singing bird.

وإذا جئْنا إلى الغابِ

وغطَّانا الشَّجَرْ

And the trees cover us

And when we reach the forest

Then pick what you wish

And the trees shelter us,

فاقطُفي مَا شئْتِ مِنْ عُشْبٍ

وزهرٍ وثَمَرْ

Of grass, flowers and fruit

Graze as you wish upon the grass,

The sun nursed it with light

The flowers, and the fruit;

أرضَعَتْهُ الشَّمسُ بالضَّوءِ

وغذَّاهُ القَمَرْ

And the moon fed it

Suckled by the sun with light,

And it drank from the dewdrops

And nourished by the moon,

وارتَوَى مِنْ قَطَراتِ الظَّلِّ

في وقتِ السَّحَرْ

At the time of dawn

Quenched by the dewdrops of the shade

And roam as you wish in the valleys

At the hour of dawn.

وامْرَحي مَا شئتِ في الوديانِ

أَو فَوْقَ التِّلالْ

Or atop the hills

Frolic as you please in the valleys,

And crouch in their ample shade

Or atop the hills,

واربضي في ظلِّها الوارِفِ

إنْ خِفْتِ الكَلالْ

If you fear boredom

And lie down in their lush shade

And chew on the grasses and thoughts

If you fear fatigue.

وامْضَغي الأَعشابَ والأَفكارَ

في صَمْتِ الظِّلالْ

In the silence of the shadows

Chew upon the grass and thoughts

And listen to the wind singing

In the silence of the shadows,

واسمعي الرِّيحَ تُغَنِّي

في شَمَاريخِ الجِبَالْ

In the pipes of the mountains

And listen to the wind singing

For in the forest are flowers

Amongst the mountain peaks.

إنَّ في الغابِ أَزاهيراً

وأَعشاباً عِذابْ

And herbs of torment

For within the forest are blossoms

Around which the bees hum

And grasses sweet to taste,

يُنشِدُ النَّحْلُ حوالَيْها

أَهازيجاً طِرابْ

Enchanting songs

Around which the bees chant

Their pure fragrance not defiled

Their enchanting songs.

لمْ تُدَنِّسْ عِطرها الطَّاهرِ

أَنفاسَ الذِّئابْ

By the breaths of wolves

Their pure fragrance has not been defiled

Nor did the fox roam them

By the breath of wolves,

لا ولا طافَ بها الثَّعْلَبُ

في بعضِ الصِّحابْ

In some plains

Nor has the fox prowled amongst them

And sweet scent, magic,

With any of his pack.

وشذاً حلواً وسِحْراً

وسَلاماً وظِلالْ

Peace and shade

But rather sweet perfume, and magic,

And an enchanting breeze, gentle gait

And peace, and shade,

ونَسيماً ساحرَ الخطوَةِ

مَوْفُورَ الدَّلالْ

Delight abounds

And a breeze with a magical step,

And branches that dance with light

Full of coquettish grace,

وغُصوناً يرقُصُ النُّورُ

عليها والجَمالْ

And beauty

And branches upon which light

And eternal greenery

And beauty dance,

واخضراراً أَبديًّا

لَيْسَ تَمحوهُ اللَّيالْ

That nights don't erase

And an eternal greenness

You won't tire my ewe

That nights cannot erase.

لن تَملِّي يا خِرافي

في حِمى الغابِ الظَّليلْ

In the forest's shady refuge

You shall not weary, my sheep,

For the forest's time is a playful child

In the sanctuary of the shady wood,

فزَمَانُ الغابِ طفلٌ لاعبٌ

عَذْبٌ جميلْ

Sweet and beautiful

For forest time is a playful child,

While people's time is an old man

Sweet and beautiful.

وزمانُ النَّاسِ شَيْخٌ

عابِسُ الوجهِ ثَقيلْ

With a difficult, sullen face

But the time of men is an old man,

Who walks in boredom

Frowning-faced and heavy,

يتمشَّى في مَلالٍ

فَوْقَ هاتيكَ السُّهولْ

Over those plains

Walking in weariness

You have your pasture in the forests

Over those plains.

لكِ في الغاباتِ مرعاكِ

ومَسْعاكِ الجميلْ

And your beautiful surroundings

Yours in the forests is the pasture

While I have my singing and playing

And the beautiful path,

وليَ الإِنْشادُ والعَزْفُ

إلى وَقْتِ الأَصيلْ

Until twilight

And mine is the singing and playing

And when the shade of the thin vegetation grows long

Until the time of sunset.

فإذا طالتْ ظِلالُ الكَلإِ

الغضِّ الضَّئيلْ

Then let's return our walk

And when the shadows lengthen

To the noble, living one

Over the tender, slender grass,

فهلمِّي نُرْجِعِ المَسْعَى

إلى الحيِّ النَّبيلْ

Come, let us turn our steps back

To the noble hamlet.