يَا أَدِيبَ الدنَّيا تُحَيِّيكَ مِصْرُ
صِلَةُ الفَضْلِ فِي أُولِي الفَضْلِ إِصْرُ
O man of letters of the world, Egypt greets you.
The bond of merit among the meritorious is steadfast.
نَفْعُكَ النَّاسَ مُوجِبٌ لَكَ شُكْراً
وَقَلِيلٌ فِي جَانِبِ النَّفعِ شُكْرُ
Your benefit to people calls for thanks to you,
And thanks are slight beside that benefit.
كُلُّ عَصْرٍ لَوْ خَيَّرَتْهُ المَعَالِي
لَتَمَنَّى لوْ أَنَّه لَكَ عَصْرُ
Every age, if high distinction offered it a choice,
Would wish that it were your age.
حَبَّذَا فِي مَعَاهِدِ العِزِّ عَهْدٌ
لمْ يَفُتْهُ مِن المَفَاخِرِ فَخْرُ
How fine, among the halls of glory, is an era
That lacks no kind of honor:
عَهْدُ شَمسِ المُلُوكِ زَانَتْهُ شُهْبٌ
بَاهِرَاتٌ وَأَنْتَ فِي الشُّهبِ بَدْرُ
The era of the sun of kings, adorned with brilliant stars;
And you, among those stars, are a full moon.
إِيهِ مُلِييرُ أَيُّ قَارِيءِ سِفْرٍ
لَمْ يُقَوِّمْ تَأْوِيدَهُ مِنْكَ سِفْرُ
Ah, Molière, what reader of a book
Has not had his crookedness straightened by a book of yours?
أَيُّ مُلْقٍ إِلَى الفَصَاحَةِ سَمْعاً
لَمْ يُخامِرْهُ مِنْ بَيَانِكَ سُكْرُ
What listener who lends an ear to eloquence
Has not felt the intoxication of your expression?
أَيَّ مُسْتَشْرِفٍ شُخُوصاً تُحَاكِي
لَمْ يُخالِجْهُ مِنْ فُنُونِكَ سِحْرُ
What watcher, looking toward the figures you portray,
Has not felt the enchantment of your art?
كُلُّ مَا فِي الحَيَاةِ حِسّاً وَفِكْراً
هُوَ حِسٌّ فِي أَصْغَرَيْكَ وَفِكْرُ
All that is in life, in feeling and in thought,
Is feeling and thought within your heart and tongue.
لَكَ نَفْسٌ كَأَنَّها كُلُّ نَفْسٍ
وَكأَنَّ الخَفَاءَ عِنْدَكَ جَهْرُ
You have a soul that seems to be every soul,
And what is hidden seems plain to you.
كُلُّ عِلْمٍ كَأَنَّه لَكَ عِلْمٌ
كُلُّ خُبْرٍ كَأَنَّه لَكَ خُبْرَ
Every branch of knowledge seems to be yours;
Every matter seems familiar to you.
لاَ تُوَارَى سَرِيرَةٌ عَنْكَ مِمَّا
قَدْ يُوَارِيهِ فِي طَوَاياهُ صَدْرُ
No secret is concealed from you, even one
That a heart might hide in its depths.
أَنْتَ عَيْنُ العُقَابِ تَنْظُرُ مِنْ عَا
لٍ فَمَا فِي العَبَابِ إِنْ تَرْنُ سِرُّ
You have the eye of an eagle, looking from on
High; if you gaze into the deep, no secret remains.
قَدْ تَبَيَّنتَ مَا الصَّحيحُ وَمَا
الزَّيْفُ فَبَيَّنتَهُ وَنَقْدُكَ حُرُّ
You have discerned what is true and what
Is false, and made it clear; your judgment is free.
تَتَوَخَّى الإِصْلاَحَ لِلنَّاسِ مِمَّا
أَفْسَدَتْهُ فِيهِمْ غَرَائِزُ كُدُرُ
You seek to set right in people what
Troubled instincts have spoiled within them.
نَصِفُ الشَّين ضَاحِكاً مِنْهُ بِالزَّيْنِ
مِنَ القَوْلِ فَهْوَ مُبْكٍ يَسُرُّ
We describe a blemish, laughing at it, in beautiful
Words: it brings tears even as it delights.
وَقَدِيماً كَانَ الأَحَبُّ إِلى المَرْ
ضَى دَوَاءً يَحْلُو بِهِ مَا يُمِرُّ
Long ago, the medicine most welcome to the
Sick was one that made bitter things taste sweet.
مَنْ يُبَاسِطْ فِيمَا عَلَى النَّاسِ يَنْعِيهِ
يُيَسِّرْ تَثْقِيفَ مَا فِيهِ عُسْرُ
Whoever speaks familiarly of what he reproaches in people
Makes easier the correction of what is difficult.
إِنَّما الخَلْقُ مَا وَصَفْتَ وَفِيهِمْ
تُرَّهَاتٌ وَمُنْقِصَاتٌ تَعُرُّ
People are just as you describe them, and among them
Are follies and faults that cause harm.
كُنْتَ أَدْرَى بِهِمْ فَكُنْتَ لَهُمْ أَرْ
حَمَ كَمْ دُونَ كَبْوَةٍ قَامَ عُذْرُ
You knew them better, and so were more
Merciful to them: how often an excuse lies behind a stumble.
وَجَمِيلٌ فِي دَفْعِكَ الضرَّ عَنْهُمْ
إِنْ تَوَخَّيتَ خُطَّة لاَ تَضُرُّ
It is fine, in warding harm away from them,
To choose a course that does no harm.
فَلَقَدْ تُوحِشُ الخُشُونَةُ مَنْ لَمْ
تَتَلَطَّف فِي نُصْحِهِ فَيُصِرُّ
For harshness can alienate someone if you do not
Speak gently in counsel, and so he persists.
أَخْلَصَتْ طَبْعَكَ الخُطُوبُ وَنَقَّتْ
جَوْهَرَ القَلْبِ فَهْوَ كَالنُّورِ طُهْرُ
Hardships refined your nature and purified
The heart’s substance, pure as light.
نَالَكَ النَّاسُ بِالشرُورِ فَلَمْ يَحْفِزْكَ
يَوْماً إِلى المَسَاءَةِ شَرُّ
People dealt you wrongs, yet no wrong ever drove you
To do harm in return.
وَعَلَى قَدْرٍ مَا تَعِسْتَ تَنَاهَى
مِنْكَ رِفْقُ بِالتاعِسِينَ وَبِر
And as your own suffering grew, so too grew
Your kindness and goodness toward those who suffer.
ظَلْتَ لِلنَّاسِ مُرْشِداً بِالَّتِي أَحْسَنُ
لاَ تَنْثَنِي وَفِي النَّفسِ أَمْرُ
You remained a guide to people by the better way,
Never turning aside, with your purpose held within.
لَمْ تُقَصِّرْ وَلَمْ يَصُدَّكَ عَمَّا
تَبْتَغِيهِ مُلْك عَزِيزٌ وَقَصْرُ
You did not fall short, nor did a mighty kingdom
Or a palace keep you from what you sought.
أَبَداً تَغْتَدِي وَلِلسُّوءِ خِذْلاَ
نٌ وَلِلخَيْرِ فِي النِّهايَاتِ نَصْرُ
You go forth always; for evil there is defeat,
And for good, victory in the end.
إِنْ نَظَمْتَ الكَلاَمَ فَهْوَ مِنَ الرِّقَّةِ
وَاللُّطْفِ وَالسَّلاَسَةِ نَثْرُ
If you compose words in verse, their delicacy
And grace and ease make them prose.
أَوْ نَثَرْتَ الكَلاَمَ فَهْوَ مِنَ البَهْجَةِ
وَالفِطْنَةِ البَدِيعَةِ شِعْرُ
Or if you write words in prose, their delight
And exquisite wit make them poetry.
قوْلُكَ اللُّؤلُؤُ الَّذِي لاَ يُغَالى
مَا تَغَالَى مَنْ قَالَ إِنَّك بَحْرُ
Your speech is a pearl beyond price;
Whoever called you a sea did not exaggerate.
وَلَكَ الرَّائِعَاتُ مِنْ كُلِّ ضَرْبٍ
كَادَ يَعْدُو فِيهَا الإِجَادَاتِ حَصْرُ
And you have splendid works of every kind;
Their excellence can scarcely be counted.
يَا فَرَنْسَا بَنوكِ عِلْماً وَفَناً
فِي سَمَاءِ النّهَى شُمُوسٌ وَزُهْرُ
O France, your children in learning and art
Are suns and bright stars in the sky of intellect.
يَا فَرَنْسَا صَدِيقَةَ الشَّرْقِ دُومِي
وَلِعليَائِكِ المُحيَّا الأَغَرُّ
O France, friend of the East, endure,
And may your glory keep its radiant face.
Sol 6