ضَاربٌ في الخيالِ مُلْقٍ عِنانَه
مَلَكَ الوحيُ قلبَه ولسانَه
A striker in fantasy, letting loose his reins
The angel of revelation has possessed his heart and his tongue
مستفيضُ الجمالِ، أزهرُ كالور
د، إذا كلَّلَ النَّدى أفنانَه
Overflowing with beauty, a flower that blossoms like a rose
When the dew crowns its branches
عاشَ بين الأنامِ نِضْوَ غرامٍ
لم يُنَفِّض من الصِّبَا طيلسانَه
He lived among people in the prime of passion
Never shaking off from youth its mantle
ملأ الكونَ من أياديه سحرًا
وبنى ملكه وشدَّ كِيانَه
He filled the universe with magic from his hands
And built his kingdom and strengthened its structure
وحباهُ الخلودَ في العالم الفاني
وأبقى على البلى سلطانَه
And endowed him with eternity in the transient world
And kept his power above decay
هو فجرُ النبوغِ يصدحُ فيه
كلُّ من أطلقَ الهوى وجدانَه
He is the dawn of genius in which
Every one who has unleashed love and its zeal resounds
وسماءٌ للشَّاعر الفذِّ منها
يستقي الشعرُ وحيَه وبيانَه
And a heaven for the supreme poet from which
Poetry derives its inspiration and eloquence
تجتلي ريشة المصوِّرِ منه
كلَّ عذراءَ لا تَرُدُّ بنانَه
The feather of the portrayer shines from it
Every maiden whose eyelashes it does not reject
وهو قيثارةُ الخلود عليها
يعزفُ الطيرُ في الرُّبى ألحانَه
It is the guitar of eternity on which
The birds modulate their melodies in the meadows
وأنا الشَّاعر الذي افتنَّ بالحسنِ
وأذكتْ يدُ الحياةِ افتنانَه
And I am the poet who fell in love with beauty
And the hand of life kindled his fascination
معهدي هذه المروجُ، وأستَا
ذي ربيعُ الطبيعةِ الفينانَهْ
My institute is these meadows, and my professor
Is the charming spring nature
وأزاهيرُ حانياتٌ على النهـ
ـرِ يُقَبِّلْنَ، في الضحى شُطآنَه
And flowers are the taverns on the riverbank that kiss
In the morning its banks
ناشراتٍ وشيَ الربيع عليها
ساكباتٍ، في لجِّهِ، ألوانَه
Budding and clothed by spring upon them
Pouring in its basin its colors
يتسمَّعنَ للخرير المناجي
ويرتِّلنَ للرُّبى تَحنانَه
Hearkening to the murmur of the lover
And chanting to the guitar his sighing
معبدٌ للطيور، راهبهُ الليلُ،
وناقوسه الصَّبا الرنَّانَةْ
A temple for birds, its priest is the night
And its ringing bell is the ringing east wind
ومحاريبُ للعذارى إذا ما
سَكَبَ الغربُ في الدجى أُرجوانَهْ
And tabernacles for maidens when
The west pours its purple in the gloom
قام ربُّ الفنِّ الجميلِ عليها
مستَحِثًّا تحت الظلام قِيَانَهْ
The lord of fine art stood over it
Igniting under darkness its pillars
يتغنى لحنَ الخلود ويدعو
من وراءِ الغيبِ الرهيبِ زمانَهْ
Singing the melody of eternity and calling
From beyond the awe-inspiring unseen its time
أيُّها الدهرُ: حسبك الله، ماذا
برجالِ الفُنون هذى المهانَهْ؟
O time: God suffices me, what is
This humiliation of the men of arts?
هل تبينتَ في رفاتِ أواليَّ
دفينًا محا البلى عنوانَه؟
Have you seen in the remains of my ancestors
Something buried that decay has erased its mark?
قف على الفنِّ بين شرقٍ وغربٍ
وصفِ العالمَ المخلِّد شانَهْ
Stop at art in East and West
And describe the immortalizing world its rank
عرشُ غرناطةَ، إلهُ أثينا
تاجُ روما، سماءُ مجدِ الكنانَهْ
The throne of Granada, the god of Athens
The crown of Rome, the sky of the glory of sculpture
يشرق السحر من تماثيل فيها
ومقاصيرَ كالبروجِ المزانَهْ
Magic shines from statues in them
And minarets like the positioned constellations
وتراءى العذراءُ تُلْهمُ رافائيـ
ـلَ روح الخلودِ وحيَ الديانَهْ
And the maiden seems to inspire Raphael
The spirit of eternity and the revelation of religion
وابنُ حمديسَ في الملا، ولمر
تينِ يفيضانِ صبوةً ومجانَهْ
And the son of Hamdis in the royal court, and for Marten
They overflow with youth and generosity
ناجيَا الروضَ والبحيرةَ حتَّى
لمسَ الفنُّ فيهما عُنفوانَهْ
Conversing with the garden and the lake until
Art touched in them its vigor
إنما المجدُ، في الورى، لِمُغَنٍّ
هزَّ قلب الورى وقادَ عِنانَهْ
Indeed glory, in the world, is to a composer
Who shook the heart of the world and led its reins
ولمن ساسَ في الممالكِ عدلًا
وارتضى الحقَّ في العلا بنيانَهْ
And to one who ruled kingdoms with justice
And approved the truth supremely in its structure
