منfrom فجرناour dawn شعشعshone forth الإجلالُreverence واتقداand blazed
من فجرنا شعشع الإجلالُ واتقدا
فجراًa dawn كهذاlike this الذيwhich صُغناهwe forged it لنwill not تجداyou find
فجراً كهذا الذي صُغناه لن تجدا
From our dawn, reverence shone forth and blazed.
From our dawn shone reverence and ignited
A dawn like this one we forged, you will never find.
A dawn like this that we have composed, you will not find
منfrom طُهرناour purity غسلwashed التاريخُhistory عقدتهits knot
من طُهرنا غسل التاريخُ عقدته
فهاتِso bring ماءًwater طهوراًpurifying يغسلُwashes العُقداthe knots
فهاتِ ماءً طهوراً يغسلُ العُقدا
With our purity, history washed its knot clean;
From our purity, history has washed its knots
So bring purifying water that washes the knots.
So bring purifying water that washes the knots
ماnot كلُّevery جفنٍeyelid همىrained دمْعاًtears يموتdies هوىof love
ما كلُّ جفنٍ همى دمْعاً يموت هوى
فربماfor perhaps كانwas يُخفيit conceals تحتهbeneath it رمداeye inflammation
فربما كان يُخفي تحته رمدا
Not every eyelid that rains tears dies of love;
Not every eyelid that became teary dies of love
For perhaps it was hiding inflammation beneath it.
Sometimes it may conceal underneath it rheum
مِنّاfrom us .. ومِنّاand from us يدٌa hand تندىis dewy وناصيةٌand a forelock
مِنّا .. ومِنّا يدٌ تندى وناصيةٌ
صُغناwe forged بهاwith it المجدglory هبْgrant ليto me كاليدينlike the two hands يداa hand
صُغنا بها المجد هبْ لي كاليدين يدا
From us... and from us, a dewy hand and a forelock;
From us...and from us a moist hand and a forehead
With it we forged glory; grant me a hand like those two hands.
We composed glory with it, give me two hands like them, a hand
مِنّاfrom us .. قتيبةQutayba شمسٌa sun حينwhen ننسبهwe trace his lineage
مِنّا .. قتيبة شمسٌ حين ننسبه
تفنىfade away نجومstars المعاليgreatness تحتهbeneath him كمداin anguish
تفنى نجوم المعالي تحته كمدا
Qutayba is from us—a sun when we trace his lineage;
From us...Qutaibah a sun when we attribute him
The stars of greatness fade beneath him in anguish.
The stars of glorious deeds vanish under it like ashes
أجبتهاI answered her .. منكِfrom you شعّshone النسغُthe sap فجرa dawn تقىpiety
أجبتها .. منكِ شعّ النسغُ فجر تقى
ومنand from مُحياكِyour countenance سالflowed المجدglory نهرa river هدىguidance
ومن مُحياكِ سال المجد نهر هدى
I answered her: From you, the sap shone as a dawn of piety,
I answered her...from you the young sun beamed dawn of piety
And from your countenance, glory flowed as a river of guidance.
And from your forehead glory flowed a river of guidance
والدَّهرُand time يومانtwo days ماذاwhat تصنعينyou do إذاif
والدَّهرُ يومان ماذا تصنعين إذا
ألوىoverwhelmed بكِyou الخطبُcalamity أوor حلَّfell الظلامdarkness غداtomorrow
ألوى بكِ الخطبُ أو حلَّ الظلام غدا
And time is two days—what will you do if
And time is two days, what will you do
Calamity overwhelms you, or darkness falls tomorrow?
If calamities befell you or darkness came tomorrow
إنيindeed I لأعلمI surely know أنthat الناسpeople قدhave جحدواthey denied
إني لأعلم أن الناس قد جحدوا
ولنand will not يضيرharm ضياءradiance الشمسthe sun منwhoever حجداdenied (apparently intended)
ولن يضير ضياء الشمس من حجدا
I know full well that people have denied,
I surely know people have denied
Nor will anyone who denies harm the sun's radiance.
The light of the sun is not harmed by their covering
لكننيbut I أبصرI see الأيامthe days كالحةًgrim
لكنني أبصر الأيام كالحةً
فيin عمقthe depth عينيكِyour eyes لاnot غمطاًdisparagement ولاnor حسداenvy
في عمق عينيكِ لا غمطاً ولا حسدا
But I see the days looking grim
But I see days laughing
In the depths of your eyes—not out of disparagement or envy.
In the depths of your eyes, no injustice or envy
لاdo not تنسُجيyou weave منfrom خيوطthreads الوهمillusion مملكةa kingdom
لا تنسُجي من خيوط الوهم مملكة
ولاand do not تقوليyou say لياليthe nights الدهرof time لنwill not تلداgive birth
ولا تقولي ليالي الدهر لن تلدا
Do not weave a kingdom from the threads of illusion,
Do not weave from the threads of illusion a kingdom
And do not say: The nights of time will never give birth.
And do not say the nights of time will not give birth
فهذيfor this الأرضُthe earth لاno سيفٌa sword " لباهلةfor Bahila "
فهذي الأرضُ لا سيفٌ " لباهلة "
وسطamid العَجاجthe swirling dust ولاnor صوتٌa voice يردُّreturns صدىan echo
وسط العَجاج ولا صوتٌ يردُّ صدى
For on this earth there is no sword for Bahila
For this land has no sword of "Labahila"
Amid the swirling dust, nor a voice to return an echo.
Amidst the non-Arabs, and no voice that echoes
تبكيweeps "سمرقندSamarqand" لاno خيلٌhorses تصبحهاcome to her at dawn
تبكي "سمرقند" لا خيلٌ تصبحها
ولاnor " قتيبةQutayba " يأتيcomes وجههhis face مدداas succor
ولا " قتيبة " يأتي وجهه مددا
Samarqand weeps; no horses come to her at dawn,
"Samarkand" cries, no horses that it welcomes in the morning
Nor does Qutayba's face come as succor.
And no "Qutaibah" comes, his face a source of support
Sol 6.1