ماno بَعدَbeyond بَغدادَBaghdad لِلنُفوسِfor souls هَوىًlove
ما بَعدَ بَغدادَ لِلنُفوسِ هَوىً
رَقَّbecame gentle هَواهاits air وَراقَand became delightful مَنظَرُهاits scenery
رَقَّ هَواها وَراقَ مَنظَرُها
Souls have no love beyond Baghdad.
Beyond Baghdad there is no desire in souls
Its air is gentle, and its scenery delightful.
Their passion softened and their sight grew tender
كَأَنَّهاas though it were جَنَّةٌa paradise مُزَخرَفَةٌornamented
كَأَنَّها جَنَّةٌ مُزَخرَفَةٌ
وَنَهرُand the river عيسىIsa النُميرُsweet and pure كَوثَرُهاits Kawthar (heavenly river)
وَنَهرُ عيسى النُميرُ كَوثَرُها
It is like an ornamented paradise.
As if it were an ornamented garden
And the Isa River, sweet and pure, is its Kawthar.
With the river Esa providing its abundance
Sol 6.1