نادِsummon القَريحَةَpoetic inspiration ماas far as اِستَطَعتُI was able نِداءَهاcalling it
نادِ القَريحَةَ ما اِستَطَعتُ نِداءَها
إِنَّindeed الحُقوقَthe rights لِتَقتَضيكَsurely demand of you أَداءَهاtheir fulfillment
إِنَّ الحُقوقَ لِتَقتَضيكَ أَداءَها
Summon inspiration as far as I can call it forth;
Call upon inspiration as much as you can call upon it
for rights surely demand their due from you.
Indeed, rights require you to fulfill them
مهماhowever much ينلafflicts منهاfrom it الجمودstagnation فإنfor indeed منin
مهما ينل منها الجمود فإن من
إعجازthe inimitable genius of أحمدAhmad ماthat which يفجرmakes gush ماءهاits water
إعجاز أحمد ما يفجر ماءها
However much stagnation afflicts it, there is in
No matter how much inertia afflicts it, for
Ahmad's inimitable genius what makes its water gush.
The miracle of Ahmed is what makes its water gush
مَهماhowever much تَراكَمَتِaccumulated الغيومُthe clouds بِأُفقِهاon its horizon
مَهما تَراكَمَتِ الغيومُ بِأُفقِها
فَاليَومُso today عِندَكَwith you ماthat which يُعيدُrestores جَلاءَهاits clarity
فَاليَومُ عِندَكَ ما يُعيدُ جَلاءَها
However the clouds accumulate on its horizon,
No matter how much the clouds accumulate on its horizon
so today you have what restores its clarity.
For today, you have what brings back its serenity
لاdo not تَعتَذِرoffer excuses عَنهاfor it بَكرَthe first onset of نَوائِبٍmisfortunes
لا تَعتَذِر عَنها بَكرَ نَوائِبٍ
سَدَّتblocked عَلَيهاfor it نَهجَهاits path وَسَواءَهاand its open way
سَدَّت عَلَيها نَهجَها وَسَواءَها
Do not excuse it by the first onset of misfortunes
Do not make excuses that early misfortunes have closed
that have blocked its path and its open way.
Its path and plain upon it
فَأَهَمُّfor the greatest ماof what هَمَتِpoured rain السَحابُthe clouds إِذاwhen مَرَّتpassed
فَأَهَمُّ ما هَمَتِ السَحابُ إِذا مَرَّت
هوجُraging العَواصِفِtempests دَرَّهاtheir abundant flow وَسَخاءَهاand their generosity
هوجُ العَواصِفِ دَرَّها وَسَخاءَها
For clouds pour their greatest rain when there pass
For the most important thing clouds intend when they pass
raging tempests, with abundance and generosity.
Is the abundance of its rain and generosity
وَالحَكُّand friction يَستَوريdraws fire from الزِنادَthe fire-sticks وَإِنَّماand only
وَالحَكُّ يَستَوري الزِنادَ وَإِنَّما
تُربيyou increase الصَوارِمَthe keen swords بِالصِقالِby polishing مَضاءَهاtheir cutting power
تُربي الصَوارِمَ بِالصِقالِ مَضاءَها
Friction draws fire from the fire-sticks, and only
The right to speak frankly takes the flints and indeed
by polishing do you increase swords' cutting power.
Swords are honed by constant sharpening
وَالرُمحُand the spear يَكسَبُgains بِالثِقافِwith the straightening tool مَتانَةًstrength
وَالرُمحُ يَكسَبُ بِالثِقافِ مَتانَةً
وَالخَيلُand the horses يُظهِرُreveals عَدوُهاtheir galloping خَيلاءَهاtheir pride
وَالخَيلُ يُظهِرُ عَدوُها خَيلاءَها
A spear gains strength through the straightening tool,
And the spear gains sturdiness through straightening
and horses' galloping reveals their pride.
And horses display their might in galloping
حاشاfar be it from القَرائِحَpoetic gifts أَنto تَضَنَّbegrudge بِوَدقِهاtheir rain
حاشا القَرائِحَ أَن تَضَنَّ بِوَدقِها
ماas long as دامَremains شَوقيShawqi كافِلاًguaranteeing أَنواءَهاtheir rain-bearing stars
ما دامَ شَوقي كافِلاً أَنواءَها
Far be it from poetic gifts to withhold their rain,
Far be it that talents would be stingy with their gifts
so long as Shawqi guarantees their rain-bearing stars.
As long as Shawqi takes care of inspiring them
الشاعِرُthe poet الفَذُّpeerless الَّذيwhose كَلِماتَهُhis words
الشاعِرُ الفَذُّ الَّذي كَلِماتَهُ
ضَمَنَguaranteed النُبوغُgenius عَلىthroughout الزَمانِtime بَقاءَهاtheir survival
ضَمَنَ النُبوغُ عَلى الزَمانِ بَقاءَها
The peerless poet, whose words
The supreme poet whose words
genius has guaranteed will endure through time.
Genius guaranteed would remain through time
أَنسَتmade forget فَصاحَتَهُhis eloquence أَوائِلَthe ancients of وائِلٍWa'il
أَنسَت فَصاحَتَهُ أَوائِلَ وائِلٍ
وَغَدَتand became هَوازِنٌHawazin مَعَwith ثَقيفٍThaqif فِداءَهاits ransom
وَغَدَت هَوازِنٌ مَعَ ثَقيفٍ فِداءَها
His eloquence consigned the ancients of Wa'il to oblivion,
His eloquence made the early poets forgetful
and Hawazin, with Thaqif, became its ransom.
And Hawazen and Thaqif became ransoms for it
فيin كُلِّevery كائِنَةٍevent يَزِفُّushers forth قَصيدَةًa poem
في كُلِّ كائِنَةٍ يَزِفُّ قَصيدَةً
توتيbestows جَميعَall الكائِناتِexisting things بَهاءَهاtheir splendor
توتي جَميعَ الكائِناتِ بَهاءَها
For every event he ushers forth a poem
For every creature he sends forth a poem
that bestows on all things their splendor.
That adorns all creatures with splendor
غَدَتِbecame المَعانيthe meanings كُلَّهاall of them مِلكَهاtheir possession لَهُbelonging to him
غَدَتِ المَعاني كُلَّها مِلكَها لَهُ
فَأَصابَso he won مِنهاfrom them كُلَّevery بَكرٍvirgin شاءَهاhe desired her
فَأَصابَ مِنها كُلَّ بَكرٍ شاءَها
All meanings have become his property,
All meanings became his possession
and he has won from them every virgin he desired.
So he attained from them whatever virgin he desired
وَكَساand he clothed اللِسانَthe tongue اليَعرُبِيَّof Ya'rub مَطارِفاًsumptuous cloaks
وَكَسا اللِسانَ اليَعرُبِيَّ مَطارِفاً
هَيهاتَin vain يَنتَظِرُawaits الزَمانَtime فَناءَهاtheir decay
هَيهاتَ يَنتَظِرُ الزَمانَ فَناءَها
He clothed the tongue of Ya'rub in sumptuous cloaks;
And he clothed the Arabic tongue in fine mantles
in vain does time await their decay.
Alas, time waits not for its demise
سَتُخَلِّدُwill immortalize الأَوطانُthe homelands مِنthrough تَكريمِهِhonoring him
سَتُخَلِّدُ الأَوطانُ مِن تَكريمِهِ
ذِكرىa memory تُطَبِّقُencompasses أَرضَهاtheir earth وَسَماءَهاand their sky
ذِكرى تُطَبِّقُ أَرضَها وَسَماءَها
The homelands will immortalize, by honoring him,
Countries will immortalize in honoring him
a memory that fills their earth and sky.
A memory that blankets their lands and skies
لَوif أَنصَفَتdid justice to لُغَةُthe language of الأَعارِبِthe Arabs قَدرَهُhis worth
لَو أَنصَفَت لُغَةُ الأَعارِبِ قَدرَهُ
صَلَّتprayed blessings عَلَيهِupon him صَباحَهاits morning وَمَساءَهاand its evening
صَلَّت عَلَيهِ صَباحَها وَمَساءَها
If the language of the Arabs did justice to his worth,
If the language of Arabs did him justice
it would bless him morning and evening.
Its mornings and evenings would bless him
مِنfrom كَلِّevery مَوضوعٍsubject أَصابَhe struck شَواكِلاًflanks
مِن كَلِّ مَوضوعٍ أَصابَ شَواكِلاً
بَلَغَتattained بِمَقتَلِهاthrough their mortal wounds الصُدورُthe hearts شِفاءَهاtheir healing
بَلَغَت بِمَقتَلِها الصُدورُ شِفاءَها
From every subject he struck vulnerable flanks,
For every subject Shawqi obtained its pinnacles
whose mortal wounds brought hearts their healing.
His verses reached hearts and cured them
يَبكيweeps شِكِسبيرَShakespeare عَلىover أَمثالِهاtheir like
يَبكي شِكِسبيرَ عَلى أَمثالِها
وَيَبيتُand spends the night غَوَتهُGoethe حاسِداًenvying عَلياءَهاtheir sublimity
وَيَبيتُ غَوَتهُ حاسِداً عَلياءَها
Shakespeare weeps over their like,
Shakespeare cries for the likes of it
and Goethe spends the night envying their heights.
And Goethe enviously spends the night loathing it
وَلَوَand if أَنَّthat آلِهَةَthe gods of الفَصاحَةِeloquence عِندَهُمamong them
وَلَوَ أَنَّ آلِهَةَ الفَصاحَةِ عِندَهُم
أَدرَكنَhad reached شَوقيShawqi خَفَفَّتُI tempered غُلَواءَهاtheir arrogance
أَدرَكنَ شَوقي خَفَفَّتُ غُلَواءَها
And if the gods of eloquence among them
If the gods of eloquence had known Shawqi
had reached Shawqi, I would have tempered their arrogance.
They would have softened their great pride
صَنّاجَةَthe cymbal-player of الشَرقِthe East الَّذيwhose نَبَراتُهُhis tones
صَنّاجَةَ الشَرقِ الَّذي نَبَراتُهُ
تَجلوdispels المَشارِقَthe eastern lands عِندَهاat them غَمّاءَهاtheir gloom
تَجلو المَشارِقَ عِندَها غَمّاءَها
The East's cymbal-player, whose tones
The East's artisan whose tones
make the eastern lands dispel their gloom.
Clear its horizons of clouds
فيin كُلِّevery حَرفٍletter مِنof حُروفِthe letters of يَراعِهِhis reed pen
في كُلِّ حَرفٍ مِن حُروفِ يَراعِهِ
وَتَرٌa string يُثيرُstirs سُرورَهاtheir joy وَبُكاءَهاand their weeping
وَتَرٌ يُثيرُ سُرورَها وَبُكاءَها
In every letter of his reed pen
In each letter of his composition
is a string that stirs their joy and weeping.
Is a melody that stirs its joy and tears
ماnever حَلَّbefell بِالإِسلامِupon Islam بَأسُthe violence of مُلِمَّةٍa calamity
ما حَلَّ بِالإِسلامِ بَأسُ مُلِمَّةٍ
إِلّاexcept وَرَجَّعَand echoed شِعرُهُhis poetry أَصداءَهاits echoes
إِلّا وَرَجَّعَ شِعرُهُ أَصداءَها
No calamity's violence has ever befallen Islam
No affliction befell Islam without
without his verse resounding with its echoes.
His poetry returning its echoes
يُبديreveals فَظاعَتَهاits horror وَيوسِعُand expands هَولَهاits terror
يُبدي فَظاعَتَها وَيوسِعُ هَولَها
وَصفاًin description وَيُذكِرُand recalls داءَهاits sickness وَدَواءَهاand its cure
وَصفاً وَيُذكِرُ داءَها وَدَواءَها
It reveals its horror and gives its terror
Revealing its horrors, detailing its pains and cure
ample description, recalling its sickness and its cure.
His poems were images to revive his country
كانَتwere قَصائِدُهُhis poems لِبَعثِfor reviving بِلادِهِhis country
كانَت قَصائِدُهُ لِبَعثِ بِلادِهِ
صُوَراًimages اَرادَhe wished مِنَfrom البَلىdecay إِحياءَهاtheir revival
صُوَراً اَرادَ مِنَ البَلى إِحياءَها
His poems were, for his country's resurrection,
And I see nights cannot empower a nation
images he wished to revive from decay.
Unless its intimate thoughts are its poets
وَأَرىand I see اللَياليthe nights لاdo not تَعزِزstrengthen أُمَّةًa nation
وَأَرى اللَيالي لا تَعزِز أُمَّةً
إِنif لَمnot يَكُنbe سَوّاسُهاits rulers شُعَراءَهاits poets
إِن لَم يَكُن سَوّاسُها شُعَراءَها
And I see that nights do not strengthen a nation
How history in its pages has proven
if its rulers are not its poets.
Nations whose chanting inspires their foundation
كَمhow often اَثبَتَrecorded التاريخُhistory فيin صَفَحاتِهِits pages
كَم اَثبَتَ التاريخُ في صَفَحاتِهِ
أُمَماًnations غَداbecame اِنشادُهاtheir chanting إِنشاءَهاtheir creation
أُمَماً غَدا اِنشادُها إِنشاءَها
How often history has recorded in its pages
By my life, a tribe is lost in life
nations whose chanting became their creation.
If its actions do not accompany its names
ضَلَّتwent astray لِعَمريby my life فيin الحَياةِlife قَبيلَةٌa tribe
ضَلَّت لِعَمري في الحَياةِ قَبيلَةٌ
لَمdid not تَصطَحِبkeep company with أَفعالُهاits deeds أَسماءَهاits names
لَم تَصطَحِب أَفعالُها أَسماءَها
A tribe has gone astray in life, by my life,
And Arabs do not start gathering their groups
whose deeds do not accompany its names.
Unless you hear their anthem and fervor
وَالعَربُand the Arabs لاdo not تَبدَأbegin بِجَمعِby gathering جُموعِهاtheir hosts
وَالعَربُ لا تَبدَأ بِجَمعِ جُموعِها
إِلّاexcept سَمِعتَyou heard نَشيدَهاtheir song وَحَداءَهاand their camel-drivers' chant
إِلّا سَمِعتَ نَشيدَها وَحَداءَها
And the Arabs never begin mustering their hosts
He honored us with Ahmad, a poet true
without your hearing their song and camel-drivers' chant.
Bearing in spirit its mark
أَكرَمَhow noble بِأَحمَدَAhmad is شاعِراًas a poet وافىcame لَناto us
أَكرَمَ بِأَحمَدَ شاعِراً وافى لَنا
فيin روحِa spirit حامِلاًbearing سيماءَهاits distinguishing marks
في روحِ حامِلاً سيماءَها
How noble is Ahmad, a poet who came to us
I recite his poems so my mind fills
in spirit, bearing its distinguishing marks.
With joy dispelling its sorrows and hardship
أَتلوI recite قَصائِدَهُhis poems فَتَملَأُand so they fill مُهجَتيmy heart
أَتلو قَصائِدَهُ فَتَملَأُ مُهجَتي
فَرَحاًwith joy يُزيلُdispels هُمومَهاits cares وَعَناءَهاand its weariness
فَرَحاً يُزيلُ هُمومَها وَعَناءَها
I recite his poems, and they fill my heart
And I remain proud of them as if for me
with joy that dispels its cares and weariness.
Apart from all people, is their praise and sublimity
وَأَظَلُّand I remain مُفتَخِراًproud بِهاof them فَكَأَنَّso it is as though ليmine
وَأَظَلُّ مُفتَخِراً بِها فَكَأَنَّ لي
دونَto the exclusion of الأَنامِmankind ثَناءَهاtheir praise وَسَناءَهاand their splendor
دونَ الأَنامِ ثَناءَها وَسَناءَها
I remain proud of them, as though I possessed
My soul has sincere affection for him
their praise and splendor, alone among mankind.
Fulfilling the covenant of its growth
نَخَلتsifted out لَهُfor him نَفسيmy soul مَوَدَّةَthe affection of وامِقٍa lover
نَخَلت لَهُ نَفسي مَوَدَّةَ وامِقٍ
وَفّىfulfilled عِهادُthe renewing rains of عُهودِهاits pledges إِنماءَهاits growth
وَفّى عِهادُ عُهودِها إِنماءَها
My soul sifted out for him a lover's affection;
We attribute to Lakhm the strength of its origin
the rains of its pledges fully nourished its growth.
And it seeps from heavenly water in clarity
نَعزوwe trace إِلىto لَخمٍLakhm مِتانَةًfirmness أَصلَهاits origin
نَعزو إِلى لَخمٍ مِتانَةً أَصلَها
وَتَمُزُّand sips مِنfrom ماءِthe water of السماءِheaven صفاءَهاits purity
وَتَمُزُّ مِن ماءِ السماءِ صفاءَها
We trace the firmness of its roots to Lakhm,
No flaws can be expected of it
and it sips its purity from the Water of Heaven.
None can impugn its structure
لاnot ترتجيhope for منهاالنمائمfrom it; slanders ثلمةa breach
لا ترتجي منهاالنمائم ثلمة
كلاnot at all ولاnor توهيweaken الهناتpetty faults بناءهاits edifice
كلا ولا توهي الهنات بناءها
Slanders can hope for no breach in it;
You asked that my poetry fulfill my affection
never, nor do petty faults weaken its edifice.
And I find it falls short of matching it
ناشَدتَyou implored شِعريmy poetry أَنto يَفيdo justice بِمَوَدَّتيto my affection
ناشَدتَ شِعري أَن يَفي بِمَوَدَّتي
وَأَراهُand I see it يَعجَزُis unable أَنto يَجيءَcome كِفاءَهاas its equal
وَأَراهُ يَعجَزُ أَن يَجيءَ كِفاءَها
You implored my poetry to do justice to my affection,
My bond with poetry is as if it were
and I find it unable to be its equal.
A debt the winds demanded be paid
قَدalready صارَhas become عَهديmy familiarity بِالقَريضِwith verse كَأَنَّهُas though it were
قَد صارَ عَهدي بِالقَريضِ كَأَنَّهُ
دِمَنٌruined encampments تَقاضَتهاexacted from them الرِياحُthe winds عَفاءَهاtheir effacement
دِمَنٌ تَقاضَتها الرِياحُ عَفاءَها
My familiarity with verse has now become like
I call but what would please me does not come
ruined encampments whose erasure the winds have exacted.
And poetry is finding souls approval
أَدعوI call فَلاbut not يَأتيcomes الَّذيthat which أَرضىI am pleased بِهِwith it
أَدعو فَلا يَأتي الَّذي أَرضى بِهِ
وَالشِعرُand poetry أَنthat تَجِدَfind النُفوسَthe souls رِضاءَهاtheir contentment
وَالشِعرُ أَن تَجِدَ النُفوسَ رِضاءَها
I call, but what satisfies me does not come,
And poetry is depicting consciences flourishing
and poetry is for souls to find their contentment.
Drawing out their curves and bends
وَالشِعرُand poetry ماthat which رَسَمَportrays الضَمائِرَthe inner selves ناثِلاًemptying
وَالشِعرُ ما رَسَمَ الضَمائِرَ ناثِلاً
مِنهاfrom them الكَنائِنَthe quivers نافِجاًswelling أَحناءَهاtheir folds
مِنها الكَنائِنَ نافِجاً أَحناءَها
Poetry is what portrays the inner selves, emptying
And poetry leaves meanings depicted
their quivers and swelling their inward folds.
So you can nearly touch their haze
وَالشِعرُand poetry ماthat which تَرَكَleaves المَعانيthe meanings مُثَّلاًas forms
وَالشِعرُ ما تَرَكَ المَعاني مُثَّلاً
فَتَكادُso you almost تَلمِسُtouch بِالَكُفِّwith the palm هَباءَهاtheir dust-motes
فَتَكادُ تَلمِسُ بِالَكُفِّ هَباءَها
Poetry is what leaves meanings in visible forms,
And poetry is where it is said "who said this?"
so that you almost touch their dust-motes with your palm.
Not "who vomited this?"
وَالشِعرُand poetry حَيثُwhere يُقالُit is said مَنwho ذاis it that قالَهاsaid it
وَالشِعرُ حَيثُ يُقالُ مَن ذا قالَها
ماnot الشِعرُpoetry حَيثُwhere يُقالُit is said مَنwho ذاis it that قاءَهاvomited it
ما الشِعرُ حَيثُ يُقالُ مَن ذا قاءَها
Poetry is where one asks, 'Who said it?'
And there is a soul, bitter, that sometimes
It is not poetry where one asks, 'Who vomited it?'
Dictates to me its whims from on high
وَهُناكَand there نَفسٌa soul مَرَّةًonce ماnot تَأَتَليslackens
وَهُناكَ نَفسٌ مَرَّةً ما تَأَتَلي
تُمليdictates عَلَيَّto me مِنَof العُلاlofty heights أَهواءَهاits desires
تُملي عَلَيَّ مِنَ العُلا أَهواءَها
And there is a soul that never once slackens,
If you do not first find inciting me
dictating to me its desires for the heights.
You blame me for its praises and rhyme
إِنif لَمnot تَجِدينyou find فيin العَجاجَةِthe dust-cloud أَوَّلاًfirst
إِن لَم تَجِدين في العَجاجَةِ أَوَّلاً
نَكَرتَyou reproach عَلَيَّagainst me ثَلاثَهاits third places وَثَناءَهاand its second places
نَكَرتَ عَلَيَّ ثَلاثَها وَثَناءَها
If you do not find me foremost in the dust-cloud,
Oh Shawqi, you left the race behind
you reproach me for third place and second.
With leadership that made racers trail it
وَفَّرتَyou spared ياO شَوقيShawqi السِباقَthe race عَلىfor الوَرىmankind
وَفَّرتَ يا شَوقي السِباقَ عَلى الوَرى
بِرِياسَةٍthrough a supremacy باتَhas become السِباقُthe race وَراءَهاbehind it
بِرِياسَةٍ باتَ السِباقُ وَراءَها
You have spared mankind the race, O Shawqi,
Necks sever seeking its goals
with a supremacy that leaves the race behind.
Even wishes do not hover near it
تَتَقَطَّعُsnap الأَعناقُthe necks عَنshort of غاياتِهاits goals
تَتَقَطَّعُ الأَعناقُ عَن غاياتِها
حَتّىeven الأَمانيwishes لاdo not تَحومُhover حِذاءَهاbeside it
حَتّى الأَماني لا تَحومُ حِذاءَها
Necks snap before reaching its goals;
By God, you gave leadership its due
even wishes cannot hover beside it.
And grasped its necklace and gained its love
تَاللَهِby God أَعطَيتَyou gave الرِياسَةَpreeminence حَقَّهاits due
تَاللَهِ أَعطَيتَ الرِياسَةَ حَقَّها
وَعَقَدتَand you tied حَبوَتَهاits knee-wrap وَنِلتَand you attained حباءَهاits bounty
وَعَقَدتَ حَبوَتَها وَنِلتَ حباءَها
By God, you have given preeminence its due,
And you trounced all the brilliant
and tied its knee-wrap and won its bounty.
And triumphed over the garden of genius in all things
وَبَذَذتَand you outstripped أَهلَthe people of العَبقَرِيَّةِgenius كُلَّهُمall of them
وَبَذَذتَ أَهلَ العَبقَرِيَّةِ كُلَّهُم
وَبَزَزتَand you plundered جَنَّةَthe garden of عَبقَرَ'Abqar أَشياءَهاits possessions
وَبَزَزتَ جَنَّةَ عَبقَرَ أَشياءَها
You have outstripped all the people of genius,
When I saw you had drained the depths of its nature
and robbed the garden of 'Abqar of its possessions.
I cast off from myself its bucket and pulley
لَمّاwhen رَأَيتُكَI saw you قَدalready نَزَحتَyou drained قَليبَهاits well
لَمّا رَأَيتُكَ قَد نَزَحتَ قَليبَها
أَلقَيتَyou cast away عَنّيfrom me دَلوَهاits bucket وَرَشاءَهاand its rope
أَلقَيتَ عَنّي دَلوَها وَرَشاءَها
When I saw that you had drained its well,
So be joyous on the throne of leadership in poetry that
you cast its bucket and rope away from me.
Handed you its banner and loyalty
فَاِسعَدso rejoice بِعَرشِon the throne of إِمارَةِthe princedom of الشِعرِpoetry الَّتيwhich
فَاِسعَد بِعَرشِ إِمارَةِ الشِعرِ الَّتي
أَلقَتyielded إِلَيكَto you لِواءَهاits banner وَوَلاءَهاand its allegiance
أَلقَت إِلَيكَ لِواءَها وَوَلاءَها
Rejoice, then, on the throne of poetry's princedom, which
And do right for an Arabic nation
has yielded to you its banner and allegiance.
For you remain the joy of its eye and light
وَتَهَنَّand live happily وَاِبقَand remain لِأُمَّةٍfor a nation عَرَبِيَّةٍArab
وَتَهَنَّ وَاِبقَ لِأُمَّةٍ عَرَبِيَّةٍ
لاmay you never زِلتَcease to be قُرَّةَthe coolness of عَينِهاits eye وَضِياءَهاand its light
لا زِلتَ قُرَّةَ عَينِها وَضِياءَها
Live happily, and live on for an Arab nation;
may you remain the coolness of its eye and its light.
Partial English translation: 94 of 96 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1