هامَwas enraptured فيin الرَوضthe garden كُلُّevery غُصنٍbough رَطيبِtender
هامَ في الرَوض كُلُّ غُصنٍ رَطيبِ
بِاِنعِطافwith a bending إِلىtoward الأَميرthe prince المُهيبِawe-inspiring
بِاِنعِطاف إِلى الأَمير المُهيبِ
Every tender bough in the garden was enraptured,
Every branch in the garden sways gracefully
Bending toward the awe-inspiring prince.
Towards the magnificent prince
وَنَسيمand the breeze الأَفراحthe joys أَنعشrevived لَماwhen
وَنَسيم الأَفراح أَنعش لَما
هَبّit blew وَقتُthe time of الصَفاserenity جَميعَall القلوبthe hearts
هَبّ وَقتُ الصَفا جَميعَ القلوب
And the breeze of joy breathed new life—when
And the breeze of joy revives when
It blew in the hour of serenity—into every heart.
The time of clarity makes all hearts incline
وَإِلىand toward بدركyour full moon المُنيرradiant أَشارَتpointed
وَإِلى بدرك المُنير أَشارَت
شَمسُthe sun of عَلياكyour eminence بِالبَنانwith the fingertips الخَضيبhenna-dyed
شَمسُ عَلياك بِالبَنان الخَضيب
And toward your radiant full moon pointed
And the brilliant sun points
The sun of your eminence, with henna-dyed fingertips.
To your shining full moon
فَتهنّأso take joy بِماin what لهof it أَنتَyou أَهلٌworthy
فَتهنّأ بِما له أَنتَ أَهلٌ
ياO سميَّnamesake of الكرّارِal-Karrar (the oft-charging one) لَيثِlion of الحُروبwars
يا سميَّ الكرّارِ لَيثِ الحُروب
So take joy in what you are worthy of,
So congratulate yourself for what you deserve
O namesake of al-Karrar, the lion of wars.
O lion of wars, sublime of glory
فَلياليكso your nights بِالسُرورwith joy أَضاءَتilluminated
فَلياليك بِالسُرور أَضاءَت
زُهرُهاtheir bright stars وَاتقاكand feared you كُلِّevery رَقيبwatcher
زُهرُها وَاتقاك كُلِّ رَقيب
And so your nights were lit with joy
For its flowers made your nights shine
By their bright stars, and every watcher feared you.
And every watcher fears you
وَالعُلاand glory قالَsaid ليto me بانسكfor your joy أَرِّخcompose a chronogram
وَالعُلا قالَ لي بانسك أَرِّخ
بِكَthrough you ياذاO Dhu (possessor of) الفَقارal-Fiqar عِزُّthe glory of الحَبيبthe beloved
بِكَ ياذا الفَقار عِزُّ الحَبيب
And glory said to me: Mark your joy with a chronogram:
And glory told me to let down
Through you, O Dhu al-Fiqar, comes the beloved's glory.
With you, O owner of the sword, the glory of the beloved
Sol 6.1