قَصر عَلَيهِ رواق العز مَقصور
وَصارم النَصر في أَعلاه مَشهور
A palace for which the canopy of glory is reserved,
And victory's keen sword is drawn at its summit.
قَد أَشرَقَت في الجِهات الست قُبته
كَأَنَّما هِيَ نور فَوقَهُ نور
Its dome has shone in all six directions,
As though it were light, with light above it.
بُرج بِهِ قَمَر الأَفراح مُرتَفع
حَكَت لَنا عَنهُ جامات وَبَلور
A tower where the moon of joys stands high;
Glass panes and crystal have told us of it.
تَأَرج الطيب مِن ذاكَ الجِدار فَلا
تَعجب فَفيهِ نثار المسك مَنثور
Perfume wafts from that wall, so do not
be surprised, for within it sprinklings of musk are strewn.
تكللت حَولهُ الأَشجار وَاختَلَفَت
فَالبَعض وَالبَعض مَرفوع وَمَجرور
The trees have formed a wreath around it in varied forms;
Some stand raised, and others trail low.
وَخَيم الزهر في أَطرافه فَغَدا
كَالبَدر وَالرَوض في أَعلاه ديجور
And blossoms camped along its edges, so it became
like the full moon, while the garden above it is deep darkness.
وَالنَرجس الغض يَرنو نَحوَ ناظره
وَيَفتح الجفن مِنهُ وَهوَ مَكسور
And the tender narcissus gazes toward its beholder,
And opens its eyelid, though it is drooping.
وَوَردة الجوري قالَت وَهيَ صامتة
لِسائر الوَرد إِن جارَ الهَوى جوروا
And the damask rose said, though it was silent,
to the other roses: 'If love is unjust, be unjust too.'
وَالطَير يَصدح وَالأنغام قائِمَة
وَالعَندَليب لَهُ رَجع وَتَكرير
And the birds sing out, while melodies are sustained,
And the nightingale has its echoes and repeated notes.
لِلّه درك يا هَذا الهزار فَقَد
غَنى لِصَوتك سنطير وَطَنبور
How splendid you are, O nightingale, for indeed
a santur and a tanbur have sung to your voice.
أَصبَحت مُنبسِطاً إِذ أَنتَ مُرتَفع
تِجاه قُبة عَبد اللَه مَسرور
You have grown joyful, since you are aloft,
Facing Abd Allah's dome, full of joy.
ذاكَ الَّذي عَز مِقداراً فَلَيسَ لَهُ
في العَصر شبه وَتَمثيل وَتَنظير
That man whose worth is exalted, for he has no
peer, likeness, or counterpart in this age.
غَيث وَما الغَيث إِلا مِن أَنامله
لَيث وَما اللَيث إِلا مِنهُ مَذعور
He is rain, and rain comes only from his fingertips;
He is a lion, and every lion is terrified of him.
لا يَألف الذهب المَضروب راحته
لأَنَّهُ للَذي يَرجوه اكسير
Minted gold never grows accustomed to his palm,
For he is an elixir to whoever looks to him in hope.
يا صاحب القُبة العَلياء وَالشَرَف ال
لَذي عَلى شُرفات العز مَسطور
O master of the lofty dome and the honor
that is inscribed upon glory's battlements,
أَنتَ المَليك الَّذي لَولاه ما بنيت
تَقاعد الفَضل وَالشم المَشاهير
You are the sovereign without whom it would not have been built;
Excellence and the renowned noble men have fallen behind.
وَنير المَجد لا يخفى عَلى أَحَد
إِلا إِذا نَظر العُميان وَالعور
And glory's luminary is hidden from no one,
Except when the blind and the one-eyed look.
لا بَأس إِن عبث الكَلب العَقور بِكُم
فَالبَدر يَنبحه كَلب وَخنزير
There is no harm if the vicious dog harasses you,
For the full moon is barked at by a dog and a pig.
يُريد يُطفئ نور اللَه مِن حَسد
وَحيطة اللَه مِن أَطرافه سور
He seeks to extinguish God's light out of envy,
Yet God's protection forms a wall around it.
فَابشر فَإِنَّك مَرفوع اللِواء عَلى
الجَوزاء وَالحاسد المَمقوت مَنحور
So rejoice, for your banner is raised above
Orion, while the loathed envier lies slaughtered.
Sol 6.1