خَلَقْتَ الجَمَالَ لَنَا آيَةً
تَطُوفُ القُلوبُ بهَا وَ العَيُونْ
You created beauty as a sign for us,
Around which hearts and eyes revolve.
وَأَبْدَعْتَ في الكَوْن مَا تَجْتَلي
عُيُونٌ وَمَا هُوَ سِرٌّ دَفِينْ
And throughout creation You fashioned what eyes may behold,
And what remains a hidden secret.
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وَزيَّنْتَهُ ! يَا لَهَذا الجَمَالِ
وَهذا الجَلاَلِ وهذا الحنين
And You adorned it—oh, what beauty!
What majesty, and what yearning!
فَتَخْشَعُ في نُورِه أَضْلُعٌ
وتَخْفُقُ أَشْوَاقُهَا و الشُّجُونْ
Breasts grow reverent in its light,
While their longings and sorrows throb.
فهذي السَّمَاءُ وآفَاقُها
بُرُوجٌ تُزَيَّنُ للنَّاظِرينْ
Here is the sky with all its horizons,
Where constellations adorn themselves for those who gaze.
فَكَمْ بَصَرٍ عَادَ مِنْهَا حَسْيراً
عَلى خَشيَةٍ وَهُمُ مُشْفِقُونُ
How many a gaze returns from it exhausted,
In awe, while they remain apprehensive.
وَ غَيْبٌ وراءَ وثوب الخيالِ
عَصَيٌّ عَليْهِ و سَقفٌ مَتِينْ
And beyond imagination’s vault lies an unseen realm,
Inaccessible, beneath a securely guarded roof.
فُطُفْ حَيْثُ شِئتَ فآيَاتُهَا
جَلاَلُ المَدَى و جَلال القرونْ
Roam wherever you wish: its signs
Are the majesty of boundless space and the majesty of the ages.
وهذي هي الأرضْ كَمْ جَنَّةٍ
تَفَجَّرُ بين جَنَاها العُيُونْ
And here is the earth—how many gardens
From amid whose fruits springs gush forth;
ورَوْضٍ تَنَفَّسَ عَنْهُ الصَّبَاحُ
شَذاً من وُرُودٍ و مِنْ يَاسَمِينْ
And meadows from which morning breathes,
Fragrant with roses and jasmine;
وطَيْرٍ كَأْنّ رَفيفَ جَنَاحَيْـ
ـهِ رفُّ البكُورِ وهمْسُ الغُصُونْ
And a bird, as though the flutter of its wings
Were the rustle of dawn and the whisper of branches.
يُسَبِّح لله في مَوْكِبٍ
جَليلٍ وحَشْدٍ من الخاشِعِينْ
It glorifies God in a procession
Majestic—a throng of reverent worshippers.
وكَمْ مِن جِبالٍ تَشقُّ ذُرَاهَا
عنانَ السَّماءِ و سَهْلٍ يَلينْ
And how many mountains whose peaks cleave
The vault of heaven, beside plains that gently yield.
وَكَمْ أَبْحُرٍ غَيَّبَ الله فِيهَا
غُيُوباً وأَطْلَقَ فيها السَّفِينْ
And how many seas in which God has hidden
Mysteries, and upon which He launched the ships;
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وَنَهْرٍ .. تَدَفَّقُ أَمْواهُه
يُرَوِّي الحَيَاةَ ويُغْني القُرونْ
And a river whose waves pour forth,
Watering life and enriching generations.
يُزَيِّنُها الله كَيْفَ يشاءُ
وَيَمْنَحُهَا عَبْقَرِيَّ الفُنُونْ
God adorns it however He wills
And grants it the creative genius of the arts.
وأنْشَأتَ مِنْ زِينَةٍ في الحياةِ
لِتَبْلُوَ مِنَّا الهَوَى و اليَقِينْ
From its adornment You created, within this life,
That You might test us concerning love and certainty,
وَتَبْلوَ مِنَّا خَبَايَا الصُّدُورِ
ونَجْوَى القُلُوبِ و هَمْس الجُفُونْ
And test the secrets hidden in our breasts,
The hearts’ private counsels and the eyelids’ intimations.
فَكَمْ زِينَةٍ سَعَّرَتْ فِتْنَةً
تلظَّتْ عَلَى شَهْوَةٍ أَو مُجُونْ
How often an adornment has kindled temptation,
Blazing into lust or wantonness;
وكمْ زِينَةٍ رفَّ فيها الجَمّالُ
يُطَهِّرُ أَشْوَاقَنا والحَنِين
And how often an adornment has had beauty flutter within it,
Purifying our longings and yearning.
فَزِينَةُ هذِي الحَيَاةِ رِيَاشٌ
وزهْوَةُ مَالٍ وَ شَوْقُ البَنِيْنْ
The adornment of this worldly life is but plumage;
Its splendor is wealth and the longing for sons.
يُبَدِّلُهَا النَّاسُ في سَعْيِهِمْ
شُكُورَ التُّقَى أو جُحُودَ الفُتُونْ
People transform it through their striving
Into the gratitude of piety or the denial born of temptation.
فَكَمْ جَاهِلٍ ضَلَّ في غَيِّه
فَظنَّ الجَمَالَ هَوَى المُعْتَدِينْ
How many an ignorant man has strayed in his delusion,
Deeming beauty the passion of transgressors—
وَلهْوَ الحَرَام عَلَى شَهْوَةٍ
تَوَاثَبُ بَيْنَ غَوَانٍ و عِينْ
Forbidden dalliance driven by lust,
Leaping among beautiful and wide-eyed women.
رَفِيفُ الجَمَالِ نَوَالُ الحَلالِ
وصِدْقُ الوَفَاءِ وعَهْدٌ أَمينْ
The flutter of beauty is the gift of what is lawful,
The truth of fidelity and a trustworthy covenant.
وأَجْمَلُ آيَاتِهِ أَنَّهُ
هُوَ الحَقُّ والطُّهْرُ أنّى يكُونْ
And loveliest among its signs is this:
That it should be truth and purity—
ونورٌ تَدفّقَ مِلءَ الوُجُودِ
يُزيحُ الظّلاَمَ و يَنْفي الظّنُونْ
A light flooding the whole of existence,
Sweeping away darkness and banishing suspicions;
وَحُرِّيّةٌ أَطْلَقَتْ أَنْفُساً
لِتَمْضِيَ في مَوْكِبِ العَابِدينْ
And freedom that has released souls
To proceed in the procession of worshippers.
سَيَبْقَى الجَمالُ لَنَا آيَةً
يَرَى اللّهَ في صِدْقِها العَالمونْ
Beauty will remain a sign for us:
In its truth, those who know behold God.
ويَبْقى هَوَانَا هوى الصَّادقينَ
فَمَا الحُبُّ إِلا هَوَى الصَّادقِينْ
And our love will remain the very love of the truthful,
For love is nothing but the passion of the truthful.
وَمَا الحُبُّ إلا زكيُّ الجَمَالِ
نَقِيُّ الفعَال وَ فَاءٌ وَ دينْ
And love is nothing but beauty made pure:
Pure in deeds, loyal, faithful, and devout.
وَمَنْ عَرَفَ الحُبَّ للّـ
ـهِ عَلّمَهُ الحبُّ تَرْكَ المُجُونْ
Whoever knows love for God
Is taught by love to forsake wantonness.
ففي كُلِّ ناحِيَةٍ آيَةٌ
مِنَ الحُسْنِ تُجْلَى و حَقٌّ يَبِينْ
For in every quarter there is a sign
Of beauty made manifest—and a certain truth.
تَدُلُّ عَلَى أَنَّكَ اللّـ
ــه رَبُّ الخَلائِقِ و العَالمينْ
It points to the truth that You are God,
For He is Lord of all creation and all worlds.
وَلَيْسَ يَرَاها سِوَى مُؤمِنٍ
وَلَيْسَ يَرَاهَا سَوَى المتَّقين
None beholds Him except a believer,
And none perceives it except the God-fearing.
وأَنْتَ جَميلٌ تُحِبُّ الجَمالَ
فَقُلْتَ لَنَا يا عِبَادِي اتَّقُونْ
You are beautiful, and You love beauty;
So You said to us: “O My servants, be mindful of Me.”
Sol 5.6