يا طَرير الشَباب مَن صاغَ هَذا
الحُسن في زَهوه وَفي اِستكباره
O fluttering youth, who has fashioned
This beauty in its bloom and arrogance?
مَن أَذابَ الضِياء فيهِ وَمِن نَغَـ
ـم شَجو الهَوى عَلى أَوتاره
Who melted radiance into it, and from whose
Songs of passion did its chords sigh?
مَن رَمى مَن أَصابَ صُور الفتنة
مِن زرها عَلى إِزراره
Who aimed and hit with images of seduction
Shot from its flowers at its stems?
وَالفُتور الَّذي بِعينيك مِن موّه
سحر الحَياة في أَقطاره
And the languor in your eyes with that glamour
Is the sorcery of life in its domains.
صاغَ هَذا الجَمال مَن لَم يَنم عَنـ
ـهُ لِصَرف الزَمان أَو أَغياره
This beauty was fashioned by one for whom
Time's turning could not steal it away.
صاغَهُ في رِضى الطُفولة مِن لين
وَمِن وَقدة العَرين وَنارَه
Fashioned it in childhood's contentment
With the glow of the hearth and its flame.
حَرت ما الحُب ما الهَوى ما التَعاب
ير اللَواتي يَبن عَن أَسراره
I wondered, what is love, what passion, what
Are the whispers that hint of its secrets?
نَظرة كَالصَلاة زُلفى إِلى اللَه
وَقُربى لِعزه وَاِقتِداره
A gaze like a prayer, drawing close to God
And nearing His glory and might.
يا رَبيع الحَياة في غَير شَيء
مِن مَجالي اِخضِراره وَاِحمِراره
O springtime of life with no hint of
Its greens or its reds fading away,
يا رَبيع الحَياة في كُل شَيء
مِن مَعاني عَبيره وَاِزدِهاره
O springtime of life in everything
Of its scents and burgeoning sway,
جئت تَستَقبل الرَبيع وَليداً
مُستَهلاً عَلى الرُبى بِهزاره
You came to welcome the spring, born anew,
Gleeful on the meadows at play.
حَبَّذا مَولد الرَبيع وَمَرحى
بِشَباب الثَرى وَرجع اِخضِراره
Blessed the spring's birth and its cheer
With the grasslands' return to green arrays,
فيهِ مِن زُخرف المُصور وَشي
مُعجز في نِظامه وَنِثاره
In it wonders wrought by the Painter and feats
Marvelous in their order and showers.
أَصص كُلَها الربى وَحَياة
كُلَّها الأَرض وَفَوق ذات غِراره
Tales sung by the meadows, life
By the earth, and over it charged zephyrs.
جِئت تَستَقبل الرَبيع وَتَستَن
شي عَبير الحَياة مِن آذاره
You came to welcome the spring, and inhale
The scent of life from its breezes.
مارّ مِن حَولك الشَباب وَكُل
مُخلد لِلجَمال في اكباره
Youth circled around you, each
Enraptured by beauty in its pride.
عَبدوا وَجهك النَضير وَجاؤوا
يَنشقون الأَريج مِن أَزهاره
They worshipped your radiant face and came
To pluck the fragrance from its flowers.
دلفوا يَقرأون عَذب المَراس
يم وَآي الهَوى عَلى آثاره
They drew near to read affection's sweet lines
And verses of love in its traces.
غَمَروا بِالحَنان روحك وَاِستَنز
فت قَلبي إِلَيك مِن أَغواره
They drowned your spirit in affection and so
My heart quaked for you from its depths.
