للهِ مَا أَحْلى الطُّفولَةَ

إنَّها حلمُ الحياةْ

How sweet is childhood to Allah

By God, how sweet is childhood,

It is the dream of life

It is the very dream of life,

عهدٌ كَمَعْسولِ الرُّؤَى

مَا بينَ أجنحَةِ السُّبَاتْ

An era like the diluted visions

A time like honeyed visions

Between the wings of slumber

Between the wings of slumber.

ترنو إلى الدُّنيا

ومَا فيها بعينٍ باسِمَهْ

It aspires to the world

It gazes at the world,

And what is in it with a smiling eye

And all within, with smiling eye,

وتَسيرُ في عَدَواتِ وَادِيها

بنَفْسٍ حَالمهْ

And it walks in its valleys

And walks along its valley banks

With a dreaming soul

With a dreaming soul.

إنَّ الطّفولةَ تهتَزُّ

في قَلْبِ الرَّبيعْ

Indeed, childhood fluctuates

Indeed, childhood trembles

In the heart of spring

In the heart of spring,

ريَّانةٌ مِنْ رَيِّقِ الأَنْداءِ

في الفَجْرِ الوَديعْ

Watered from the saliva of intimates

Lush from the purest drops of dew

In the gentle dawn

In the gentle dawn.

غنَّت لها الدُّنيا

أَغاني حبِّها وحُبُورِهَا

The world sang songs to it

The world has sung to it

Of its love and affection

Songs of its love and joy,

فَتَأَوَّدَتْ نَشوى بأَحلامِ

الحَياةِ وَنُورِهَا

So it sympathized youthfully with

So it swayed, intoxicated by the dreams

The dreams and light of life

Of life and its light.

إنَّ الطُّفولَةَ حِقْبَةً

شعريَّةٌ بشُعُورِها

Indeed, childhood is a

Truly, childhood is an epoch

Poetic epoch in its feelings

Poetic in its sentiments,

وَدُمُوعِها وسُرُورِها

وَطُمُوحِهَا وغُرُورِها

its tears and joys

In its tears and its delights,

its ambitions and pride

Its ambitions and its pride.

لمْ تمشِ في دنيا الكآبَةِ

والتَّعاسَةِ والعَذابْ

It did not walk in the world of sorrows

It has not walked the world of gloom,

misery and torment

Of misery and torment,

فترى على أضوائِها مَا في

الحَقيقَةِ مِنْ كِذَابْ

So it sees on its lights what is

To see, revealed by sorrow's light,

falsehood in reality

The falsehood in reality.