باللهِ يا قامَةَ القَضِيبِ

ومُخْجلَ الشَمْسِ والقَمَرْ

By God, O pillar of glory,

Embarrasser of sun and moon,

مَنْ مَلَكَ الحُسْنَ في القلوبِ

وأَيَّدَ اللَّحْظَ بالحَوَرْ

He who possessed beauty in hearts,

And supported the glance with maidens.

مَنْ لَمْ يَكُنْ طَبْعُهُ رقيقَا

لم يَدْرِ ما لَذَّةُ الصِّبا

He whose nature was not delicate,

Knew not the pleasure of youth.

فرب حُرٍّ غدا رقيا

تملكُهُ نفحَةُ الصَّبا

So the free became enslaved,

Taken by the breeze of youth.

نَشْوانَ لم يشربِ الرحيقَا

لكنْ إِلَى الحُسْنِ قد صَبَا

An oblivious drunk knew no nectar,

But he inclined towards beauty.

فَعَذَّبَ القَلْبَ بالوَجيبِ

وَنَعَّمَ العَيْنَ بالنَظَرْ

So he tortured the heart with love,

And delighted the eye with looking.

وَبَاتَ والدمعُ في صَبيبِ

يقدحُ من قَلْبِه الشَرَرْ

And spent the night with tears flowing,

Sparking from his flaming heart.

عجبْتُ من قلْبيَ المُعَنَّى

يَهْفُوّ إِذَا هَبَّتِ الرِّيَاحْ

I wonder at my loving heart,

Panting when the winds blow.

لَوْ كَانَ لِلصَّبِّ ما تَمَنّى

لَطَارَ شَوْقاً إِلَى البِطاحْ

If youth got what it wished,

It would fly in passion to the sands.

وبُلْبُلُ الدَّوْحِ إِنْ تَغَنَّى

أَسْهَرَ ليلي إِلى الصّبَاحْ

And the warbler, if it sang,

Would keep me awake till dawn.

عَسَاكَ إِنْ زُرْتَ يا طَبيبي

بالطَّيْفِ في رقْدةِ السَّحَرْ

Perhaps if you visited me, O healer,

In specter at the dawn’s slumber,

أَنْ تَجْعَلَ النَّومَ من نَصيبي

والعَيْنَ تحمي من السَّهَرْ

You would make sleep my share,

And protect my eye from wakefulness.

كَمْ شادنٍ قَادَ لي الحُتُوفَا

بمربعِ القَلْبِ قَدْ سَكَنْ

How many warriors have settled,

In the courtyard of my heart.

يَسُلُّ من لَحْظِهِ سُيُوفَا

فالقَلْبُ بالروعِ ما سَكَنْ

Whose glances unleash swords,

So the heart in fright settles not.

خُلِقْتُ من عادتي أَلُوفَا

أَحِنُّ للأِلْفِ والسَّكَنْ

I was created accustomed,

To love and settle.

غَرنَاطَةٌ مَنْزلُ الحبيبِ

وقُربُها السُؤُلُ والوَطَرْ

Granada, abode of the beloved,

And its proximity, question and answer.

تبهُرُ بالمنّظرِ العَجيبِ

فلا عَدَا رَبْعَها المَطَرْ

Dazzled by the amazing scene,

With none like its rain quarter.

عَرَوسةٌ تاجُها السَّبِيكهْ

وزهرها الحَلْيَ والحللْ

A bride whose crown is of pure gold,

Its flowers, trinkets and robes.

لم تَرْضَ من عزها شريكَهْ

بحُسْنِها يُضرَبُ المَثَلْ

She was not pleased to share her glory,

An example is made of her beauty.

أَيَّدَها اللهُ من مليكهْ

تملُكُها أَشرَفُ الدُّوَلْ

God supported her kingdom,

She's ruled by the noblest states.

بدولةِ المرتَجى المهيبِ

الْملِكِ الطاهرِ الأَغَرْ

In the state of the desired formidable,

The pure King full of prestige.

تختالُ من بُردها القشيبِ

في حُلَّةِ النَّوْرِ والزَّهَرْ

She prides in her cool weather,

In the dress of light and flowers.

كُرْسيُّها جَنَّةُ العَريفِ

مرآتُها صفحةُ الغديرْ

Its throne a garden of meadows,

Its mirror a surface of water.

وجوهر الطلِّ عن شُنوفِ

تحكُمُها صنعةُ القديرْ

And the essence of affection from branches,

Is ruled by the making of the Capable.

والأُنسُ فيها على صنوفِ

فمن هديلٍ ومن هديرْ

And the company in it of kinds,

Some murmur and some purl.

كَمْ خَرَّقَ الزَّهْرُ من جيوبِ

وكَلَّلَ القُضْبَ بالدُّرَرْ

How the flowers tore from pockets,

And crowned the stalks with pearls.

فَالغُصْنُ كالكاعبِ اللَّعُوبِ

والطيرُ تَشْدُو بلا وَتَرْ

So the branch becomes a playful flirt,

And birds sing without string.

وَلائِمُ النَّصْر في احتفالِ

وفَرْحُ دينِ الهدى جَديدْ

The ornaments of victory in celebration,

And joy of the religion of guidance renewed.

سلطانها مُعمِلُ العوالي

مُحَمَّدُ الظافرُ السعيدْ

Its sultan the builder of great deeds,

Mohammed the victorious, the fortunate.

ومُخْجِلُ البدر في الكمالِ

سلطانها المجتبى الفريدْ

The one who embarrasses the full moon in perfection,

Its sultan the chosen, the unique.

أَصْفَحُ مَوْلّى عن الذنوبِ

أكرمُ عافٍ إذا قَدرْ

Turn away, my Master, from sins,

Most generous when able.

وشمسُ هَدْيٍ بلا مغيبِ

وبحر جودٍ بلا حَسَرْ

A sun of guidance without setting,

An ocean of kindness without ebb.

مَوْلاَي يا عاقِدَ البُنُودِ

تُظَلَّلُ الأَوْجُهَ الصِّبَاحْ

My Master, O binder of promises

You shaded Granada, harbor of lenience.

أَوْحَشْتَ يا نُخبَةَ الوجودِ

غرناطةً هالةَ السَّمَاحْ

You went with prosperity and fortune,

And returned with conquest and success.

سافرتَ باليُمْنِ والسُّعُودِ

وَعُدْتَ بالفتحِ والنجاحْ

O inspirer of hearts to secrets,

And grantor of triumph and victory.

يا مُلْهَمَ القَلْبِ للغيوبِ

ومُطْعَمَ النَّصْرِ والظَّفَرْ

May God soon let me hear you

In safety from travel.

أسمعك الله عن قريبِ

عَلَى السَّلامَهْ مَعَ السَّفَرْ