قَدْ قَامَ عَرْشُكَ فِي أَعَزِّ مَكَانِ
وَعَلَيهِ هَامَاتُ الْجِبَالِ حَوَانِي
Your throne has risen in the mightiest place,
With mountains surrounding it on all sides.
وَجَرَى المُسَلْسَلُ مِنْ نَمِيرِكَ مُخْرِجاً
عَنْ جَانِبَيْ مَجْرَاهُ نُضْرَ جِنَانِ
The flowing stream pours forth from your roar,
On either bank, gardens of greenery arise.
يَنْصَبُّ فِي الْوَادِي البَعِيدِ قَرَارُهُ
بِأَحَبِّ تَهْدَارٍ إِلَى الآذَانِ
It settles in the distant valley, its dwelling
With a beloved murmur for ears to prize.
سَيْلٌ بِمُنْقَطَعٍ سَحِيقٍ غَوْرُهُ
لِلصَّخْرِ فِي مَهْوَاهُ شِبْهُ لَيانِ
A torrent with a tumbling, deafening din,
The rock in its abyss seems clothed in white.
كَوِشَاحِ هَفْهَافٍ تَدَلَّى مِنْ عَلٍ
مُتَحَلِّياً بِالدُّرِّ وَالْعِقْيَانِ
Like a cloak of soft silk hanging from on high,
Adorned with pearls and precious jewels bright.
مَا أَنْفَسَ الْوَقْتَ الَّذِي فِي قُرْبِهِ
يُقْضَى وَمَا يُعْطِي بِلا أَثْمَانِ
How pleasurable is the time in its nearness,
Where peace is found and all is free from price.
تَجْرِي وَرَاءَ نِطَافِهِ أَشْجَانُنَا
فَكَأَنَّهُنَّ يَسِلْنَ بِالأَشْجَانِ
Our hearts flow after it like love-sick girls,
As if they glide smoothly without any vice.
لِلْحُسْنِ آيَاتٌ مَوَاثِلُ حَوْلَهُ
مِنْ مُثْلِجٍ صَدْراً وَمِنْ فَتَّانِ
Beauty has signs and landmarks all around,
That chill the breast and captivate the eyes.
مَا تُخْدَعُ الْعَيْنَانِ فِيهِ جَمَالُهُ
كَجَمَالِ مَا تَتَحَقَّقُ العَيْنَانِ
Its perfection cannot trick the eyes,
Like the perfection that eyes verify.
أُنْظُرْ بِأَيْمَنِهِ إِلَى الرَّأْسِ الَّذِي
يُزْهَى بِرَوْعَةِ تَاجِهِ الرُّومَانِي
Look now with your right at the head held high,
Adorned by the awe of its Roman crown.
تَكْسُو جَلالَتُهُ الصَّبَاحَ وَقَدْ بَدَا
يَزْدَانُ بِالأَنْوَارِ وَالأَلْوَانِ
Its majesty covers the morn, as it dawns,
Decked out in lights and colors of renown.
وَانْظُرْ بِأَيْسَرِهِ إِلَى الطَّوْدِ الَّذِي
فِيهِ مِنَ الإِبْدَاعِ فَنٌّ ثَانِي
Look now with your left at the dark, tall pillar,
In it, a singular creative skill is shown.
تجِدِ الأَصِيلَ مُشَقَّقاً وَنُضَارَهُ
بَيْنَ الجُذُوعِ يَسِيلُ وَالأَغْصَانِ
See the noble tree split and cracked, yet verdant,
As sap flows down between its trunk and bough.
وَتَجِدْ سَنَاماً مُسْتَطِيلاً قَاتِماً
يَهْتَزُّ فِي بَحْرٍ مِنَ اللَّمَعَانِ
And see the rectangular, shaded minaret,
Swaying in an ocean of brilliant shine.
يَعْلُوهُ تِمْسَاحٌ تَضَرَّبَ دُونَهُ
مَوْجُ السَّنَى وَيَعُبُّ كَالظَّمْآنِ
Below it, a crocodile lashes about,
The waves of pine trees swell and seethe and whine.
سَرِّحْ بِحَيْثُ تَشَاءُ طَرْفَكَ لا يَقَعْ
إِلاَّ عَلَى مَا فَوْقَ كُلِّ بَيَانِ
Let your gaze roam wherever it desires,
It will only fall on what is beyond sublime.
أَتَرَى الطَّبِيعَةَ وَهْيَ أُرمُّ أَقْبَلَتْ
بِثُدِيِّهَا وَبِهَا أَبَرُّ لِبَانِ
Do you see Nature, so fertile, as she came
With her swelling breasts and most pure white wine.
تَسْقِي مَدَارِجَهَا وَتُلْقَى دَرَّهَا
عَفْواً عَلَى الأَغْوَارِ وَالقِيعَانِ
She feeds her terraces and casts her pearls,
Freely upon the deep valleys and ravines.
فَإِذَا سَمَوْتَ إِلَى الذُّرَى تَرْنُو إِلَى
مَا دُونَهَا مِنْ مرْتَمَى العِقْيَانِ
So when you rise up to the heights, you long
For what lies below, the lofty cypress trees.
أَخَذَتْكَ بِالتَّقْوَى وَلَسْتَ بِمُتَّقٍ
وَعَرَفْتَ سِرَّ صَوَامِعِ الرُّهْبَانِ
She seizes you with piety, though you lack it,
And you learn the secret of monks in their shrines.
ألنَّفْسُ فِي إِشْرَاقِهَا مِنْ شَاهِقٍ
تُثْنَى بِهَيْبَتِهِ إِلَى الإِيمَانِ
The soul in its glory from the towering heights,
Is bent to the reverence of faith benign.
جِزِّينُ فِي هَذِي الحِلَى مَوْفُورَةٌ
نَعْمَاؤُهَا مَرْفُوعَةُ البُنْيَانِ
My rewards in these ornaments are plentiful,
Its bounty raised up in structure pristine.
أَمَّا الهَوَاءُ فَمَا أَرَقَّ إِذَا سَرَى
بَيْنَ الصَّنَوْبَرِ عَابقَ الأَرْدَانِ
As for the air, none more gentle when it blows,
Between the pine trees, fragrant and serene.
وَالمَاءُ مَا أَصْفَى مَوَارِدَهُ وَمَا
أَشْفَى نَدَاهُ لِمُهْجَةِ الحَرَّانِ
And the water, none more pure are its springs,
Nor more salubrious its call so sheen.
هَذَا المَعَاشُ وَإِنَّهُ غُنْمٌ لِمَنْ
يَهْوَى الحَيَاةَ خَلَتْ مِنَ الأَدْرَانِ
This life, though short, is a gain for those,
Who love life, free of harm and unforeseen.
وَخَلَتْ مِنَ الآفَاتِ وَالعِلَلِ الَّتِي
تَأْتِي مِنَ الكُلُفَاتِ فِي العُمرَانِ
Free of plights and illnesses that
Come from pretense and excess preening.
يَا أَهْلَ جِزين الَّذِينَ تَجَمَّلُوا
بِمَكَارِمِ الأَخْلاقِ وَالعِرْفَانِ
O people of Jizin, you who boast
Of noble manners and insight keen.
مِن نُخْبَةٍ فِي شِيبِهَا وَشَبَابِهَا
غُرِّ الخِلالِ وَصَفْوَةِ الأَعْيَانِ
An elite of both your old and young,
Pure, virtuous, and brilliant demeanor.
طَوَّقْتُمُونِي بِالجَمِيلِ وَلَمْ أَكُنْ
أَهْلاً لِهّذَا الفَضْلِ وَالإِحْسَانِ
You have crowned me with kindness, though
I am not deserving of such esteem.
