هِذِه الشَّمسُ آذَنَتْ بِالسُّفورِ
بَعْدَ سَبْقِ الآيَاتِ بالتَّبشيرِ
This sun has announced the dawn
After the signs have given good tidings
فَتَلَقَّى ظُهُورَهَا كُلُّ حَيٍّ
بِنَشِيدِ التَّهلِيلِ وَالتَّكبِيرِ
So every living being has received its light
With hymns of praise and sanctification
هِيَ بِكْرُ الْوُجُودِ لاَ يَتَمَلَّى
مُجْتلاَهَا إِلاَّ شهُودُ البُكُورِ
It is the first creation, it does not linger
Its beauty is witnessed only by the vigilant
أَرَأَيْتَ الصَّباحَ يَكْشِفُ عَنْهَا
كِلَّةَ اللَّيْلِ مِنْ حِيَالِ السَّرِيرِ
Have you seen the dawn uncover
The garment of night from the bedsides
فَتَهَاوَى سِتْرُ الدَّجَى وَتَوَارَى
مَا عَلَيْهِ مِنْ لُؤْلُؤٍ مَنْثُورِ
So the veil of gloom fell and hid
What pearls it contained scattered about
حَيَّت الكَوْنَ حِيْنَ لاَحَتْ فَأَحْيَتْ
كُلَّ عَوْدٍ لَهَا جَدِيدُ نُشُورِ
It gave life to the universe when it appeared
Reviving every compliant soul
حَيْثُمَا طَالَعَتْ مَظِنَّة خِصْبٍ
أَسْفَرَ التُرْبُ عَنْ نَبَاتٍ نَضِيرِ
Wherever it has shone expectantly
The soil has revealed peerless vegetation
وَانْجَلَى لَحْظُهَا عَنْ الزَّهَرِ
الغَضِّ وَعَذْبِ الْجَنَى وَطِيبِ العَبِيرِ
And its glance has shone on the flowers
Fresh, sweet fruit and fine fragrance
وَعَوَالِي النَّخيلِ خُضْرِ الأَكَالِيلِ
زَوَاهِي المَرْجَانِ حَوْلَ النُّحورِ
And the tall palm trees, green wreaths
Garden beds of coral around the streams
بَرَزَتْ فِي الغَدَاةِ غَادَةُ وَادِي
النِّيلِ تُخْفِي جَمَالَهَا فِي الْحَبِيرِ
A maiden of the Nile valley appeared at dawn
Hiding her beauty in the ink
جَثْلَةُ الحَاجِبَيْنِ فَاحِمَةُ
الفَوْدَيْنِ تَرْنُو بِطَرْفِ ظَبْيٍ غَزِيرِ
With frowning eyebrows, bright eyes
Glancing with a flowing, coy gaze
عَبْلَةُ الْمِعْطَفَيْنِ نَاهِضَةُ
الثَّديَيْنِ يُزْرِي أَدِيمُهَا بِالحَرِيرِ
The smooth slope of her breasts rises
Her skin gleams with silk
لَوْنَها ظَاهِرُ انْتِسَابٍ إِلى
الخَمْرِ لَهُ مِثْلُ فِعْلِهَا فِي الصدُورِ
Her color openly betrays descent
From wine, having its effect in hearts
غَضَّ مِنْ صَوْتِهَا الْحَيَاءُ فَأَحْبِبْ
بِحَيَاءٍ فِيهِ حَيَاةُ الشعُورِ
Modesty has muted her voice, so love
The life in that shyness of feelings
أَقْبَلَ الْحَارِثُ المُبْكِرُ يَرْعَى
حَرْثَهُ وَالفَلاَحُ فِي التَّبكِيرِ
The early farmer went to pasture his field
And the farmer set out at first light
يَلْتَقِي مِنْ يَدِ الصَّباحِ هَدَايَا
لَيْلِهِ النَّائِمِ الأَمِينِ القَرِيرِ
They receive from the hand of morning
Gifts of their peaceful, honest night
فَارَقَ الدَّارَ مُنْشِداً لَحْنَهُ الجَرَّا
رَ مُسْتَمْهِلَ الخُطَى فِي الْمَسِيرِ
The traveler left home singing his song
With slow, limping steps on his journey
إِنْ دَنَا الْهَمُّ مِنْهُ أَقْصَاهُ عَنْهُ
ضَحِكُ النَّبتِ أَوْ تَنَاغِي الطيُورِ
If worries drew near he dismissed them
With the laughter of plants or birdsong
وَإِذَا مَا شَكَا هَوَاهُ أَعَادَتْ
مُرْضِعُ الحَقْلِ شَدْودَهُ بِالْخَرِيرِ
And if he complained of his love the wetnurse
Of the field restored his fervor with murmuring
لَقِيَتْهَا الأَهْرَامُ مُبْدِيَةً مِنْ
صَلَفٍ مَا تُكنُّه فِي الضَّميرِ
The solemn obelisks encountered her
Showing in arrogance what they hide inside
غَرَّهَا أَنَّها قَدِيمَة عَهْدٍ
بِذُكَاءٍ وَالْفَخْرُ دَاعِي الغُرُورِ
She fooled them for being ancient
With intelligence and pride calls vanity
فَتَعَالَتْ بِهَامِهَا مَا اسْتَطَاعَتْ
وَأَطَالَتْ مِنْ ظِلِّهَا المَنْشُورِ
So with all her might she towered over them
And extended the shade of her monument
غَيْرُهَا فِي الْجِبَالِ إِنْ تَاهَ عُجْباً
غَضَّ مِنْ عُجْبِهِ جِوَارُ حَفِيرِ
Others in the mountains, if blown up by conceit
Their awe was reduced by a pit nearby
كَمْ هَوَتْ دُونَهَا رَواسٍ فَأَجْلَتْ
عَنْ رُكَامٍ فِي مُسْتَقَرٍ حَقِيرِ
How many heads have fallen below her
Clearing rubble in a miserable abode
ثَمِلَ الكَرْنكُ الوَقُورُ اصْطِبَاحاً
فَتَرَاءَى فِي المَاءِ غَيْرَ وَقُورِ
The royal hawk puffed up with self-importance
And saw in the water other than dignified
وَمَشَى النورُ فِي حَنَايَاهُ يَغْزُو
مَا نَجَا مِنْ شتائِتِ الدَّيْجُورِ
And light walked in its crevices, invading
What remnants remained of gloomy ruins
وَتَنَاجَتْ أَشْبَاحُ آلِهَةٍ مَا
تُوا وَفَانِينَ خُلّدُوا بِالْقُبُورِ
And shades of passed gods conversed
Those who were and perished, buried in graves
وَتَلاَقَتْ وُجُوهُ رَبٍّ وَمَرْبُو
بٍ وَتالِي رُقىً وَصَالِي بَخورِ
And the faces of gods and holy men met
Climbing ascents and climbing sweet smoke
كُلُّ ذَاكَ التَّارِيخِ خَفَّ عَلَى سَا
قٍ بِذِكْرَاهُ مِنْ قَدِيمِ الدهُورِ
All that history has faded for an instant
With its memories from beginnings of time
كشَفَ الْفجْرُ عَنْ جنَادِلَ سُودٍ
ضَمَّها الغَمْرُ مِنْ بَنَاتِ ثَبِيرِ
Dawn uncovered black braids
Dyed by the flood, Bint Thabeer’s daughters
تَتَراءَى فِيهَا مَلاَمِحُ بِيضٌ
حَيْثُمَا صَودِفَتْ مَوَاقِعُ نُورِ
In them white features appeared
Wherever traces of light were tossed
شَفَّ مِنْهَا العُبَابُ عَنْ فَحَمٍ طَا
فٍ جَلَتْهُ صَيَاقِلُ الْبَلُّورِ
The haze cleared from darkened ivory
Polished by translucent chisels
قامَ أُنْسُ الوُجُودِ يُؤْنِسُهَا قُرْ
باً وَأَعْزِزْ بِمِثْلِهِ فِي الْقُصُورِ
The pleasure of existence came to console them
And fortify the like in palaces
كُلُّ صَرْحٍ عَلاَ فَقصَّرَ عَنْهُ
مَا عَليْهِ مَعَرَّةٌ فِي الْقُصُورِ
Every towering mansion fell short before it
Whatever glory is known in palaces
لَمْ يطُلْ فَخْرَهُ الْقَدِيمَ سوَى مَا
أَحْدَثَتْ آيَةُ الزَّمَانِ الأَخِيرِ
Its ancient pride did not last long but for
The final miracle of time
أَرَأَيْتَ الْخَزَّانَ يَنْبُو بِهِ النِّيلُ
فَيَطْغَى فِي الْجَانِبِ المَغْمُورِ
Have you seen the reservoir overflowing with the Nile
Flooding to the submerged side
وَصَلَ الشَّامِخَيْنِ يُمْنَى وَيُسْرَى
وَثَنَى الْبَحْرَ طَاغِياً كَالْغَدِيرِ
And reaching the two heights, right and left
Bending the sea bursting like rapids
كُلُّ عَيْنٍ مِنْهُ تَصِبُّ صَبِيباً
كَالأَتِيِّ المُجَلْجَلِ المَحْدُورِ
From it each spring pours a stream
Like the pure, stirring, mingled wine
يَرْتَمِي مَاؤُهَا مُثِيراً رَشَاشَاً
مِنْ عُصَافَاتِ لُؤْلُؤٍ مَذْرُورِ
Its water surges arousing a spray
Of scattered pearls, some split, some whole
وَعَلَى مُنْحَنَاهُ قَوْسُ سَحَابٍ
تَتَبَاهَى بِكُلِّ لَوْنٍ مُنِيرِ
And above its curve is the bow of a cloud
Boasting with every radiant color
يَا عُبَاباً يُلْقِي بِفَيْضِ نِدَاهُ
فِي عَقِيقٍ حَصَبَاؤُهُ مِنْ سَعِيرِ
O clouds casting its abundance
In carnelian rubble from hellfire
حَبَّذَا الدَّمْعُ مِنْ عُيُونِكَ يَهْمِي
ضَاحِكاً بَيْنَ عَابِسَاتِ الصخُورِ
How excellent are the tears from your eyes smiling
Laughing among frowning rocks
وَعجِيبٌ هَدِيرُ مَجْرَاكَ لَكِن
رُب مَجْدٍ تَرْتِيلُهُ بِهَدِيرِ
And strange is the roar of your torrents but
Much glory has a murmuring paean
ذَاكَ مَجْدُ النِّيلِ الْعَظِيمِ فَأَوْقِعْ
أَلْفَ صَوتٍ وَغَنِّها بِزَئِيرِ
That is the glory of the great Nile, so unleash
A thousand sounds and sing with fervor
كُلُّ هَذِي الآيَاتِ مُبْعَثُ وَحْيٍ
لِلنَّظيمِ المُجَادِ أَوِ لِلنَّثيرِ
All these signs are the inspiration
For the composer or the lyricist
كُلُّ هَذِي الآيَاتِ تُؤْخَذُ عَنْهَا
رَائِعَاتُ التمْثِيلِ وَالتَّصويرِ
All these signs are taken from them
Marvels of imagery and depiction
كُلُّ هَذِي الآيَاتِ يُجْمَعُ مِنْهَا
نَغَمُ الحُزْنِ أَوْ نَشِيدُ السرُورِ
All these signs together produce
The melody of sadness or song of bliss
مُعْجِزَاتٌ فِي كلِّ آن تَرَاهَا
بَاهِرَاتِ التنْويعِ وَالتَّغيِيرِ
Miracles at every moment you see
Wondrous in variation and change
إِنَّ تِلْكَ الَّتي تَرَاها صَبَاحاً
نَبْتَةً كَالزُّمْرُّدِ المَوْشُورِ
That which you see in the morning
As a sprout like polished emerald
سَتَرَاهَا وَقَدْ تَبَدَّتْ عَليْهَا
هَنَةٌ شِبْهُ دُرَّةٍ فِي الْهَجِيرِ
You will see forms on it
Like a pearl in an oyster
وَتَرَى فِي الأَصِيلِ يَاقُوتَةً قَا
نئَةَ اللَّوْنِ آذنَتْ بِالظهُورِ
And in the evening a ruby appears
Announcing its emergence
تَرَى كُلَّمَا رَجَعْتَ إِلَيْها
عَجَباً مِن جَدِيدِهَا المَنْظُورِ
You will find each time you return to it
A wonder among its visible novelties
جَلَّ مَنْ أَبْدَعَ الْجَمَالَ أَفَانِينَ
وَأَعْطَى الصَّغيرَ حَظَّ الكَبِيرِ
He who created beauty in passing things
And gave insignificance a great due
يَأْخُذ الصَّانِعُ المُوَفَّق مِنْهَا
بالغَريبِ المُسْتَظْرَف المَأْثُورِ
The gifted artisan takes from it
The wondrous, refined, unique
فَهُوَ الْفَنُّ فِطْنَةً وَاخْتيَاراً
وَابْتدَاعاً عَلَى مِثَال الْقَديرِ
For it is art in perception and selection
And innovation in the image of the Able