اسمِيmy name (سُكينةُSukayna) والأصالةand authenticity توأمِيmy twin
اسمِي (سُكينةُ) والأصالة توأمِي
والكبرياءُand pride لهاit has جذورٌroots فيin دمِيmy blood
والكبرياءُ لها جذورٌ في دمِي
My name is Sukayna, and authenticity is my twin.
My name is Sukaynah, originality is my twin
And pride has roots in my blood.
And pride has roots in my blood
الجدُّthe grandfather (طهَTaha) ثمَّthen أمّيmy mother (فاطمٌFatim)
الجدُّ (طهَ) ثمَّ أمّي (فاطمٌ)
ولدىand with (عليٍّAli)كلevery فضلvirtue ينتميbelongs
ولدى (عليٍّ)كل فضل ينتمي
My grandfather, Taha; then my mother, Fatim.
My grandfather is Taha, then my mother Fatimah
And every virtue traces its lineage to Ali.
And Ali has every excellence that belongs to me
أهليmy kin (الهواشمthe Hashimites)منfrom كرامٍnoble people أصلهمtheir origin
أهلي (الهواشم)من كرامٍ أصلهم
هلdoes ...? يُغرينّكِentice you فيin الجزالةِforceful eloquence منجميmy mine؟!
هل يُغرينّكِ في الجزالةِ منجمي؟!
My kin are the Hashimites, descended from noble people.
My family Al-Hashim, honorable people of origin
Does my mine of forceful eloquence entice you?!
Does my destiny in generosity intrigue you?!
لاينحنيdoes not bow مثليone like me لأوحالto the mire الثرىthe earth
لاينحني مثلي لأوحال الثرى
نجميmy star(الثريّاthe Pleiades) حينwhen تصدحsing out أنجُمِيmy stars!!
نجمي(الثريّا) حين تصدح أنجُمِي!!
One like me does not bow to the earth's mire.
One like me does not bow to the mud of the ground
My star is the Pleiades when my stars sing out!
My star Al-Thurayya shines when my stars shine!!
عصماءُflawless جالتْroamed فيin الفضاءِspace قصائديmy poems
عصماءُ جالتْ في الفضاءِ قصائدي
ثمَّthen استقرّتsettled فيin فؤادٍa heart مُلْهَمِinspired
ثمَّ استقرّت في فؤادٍ مُلْهَمِ
Flawless, my poems roamed through space,
Virtuous, my poems roamed the sky
Then settled in an inspired heart.
Then settled in an inspired heart
المرهفُونَthe sensitive تداولواthey shared أفنانهاtheir boughs
المرهفُونَ تداولوا أفنانها
والشعرُand poetry فيهاin them يافعٌyouthful لمhas not يَهرمِgrown old
والشعرُ فيها يافعٌ لم يَهرمِ
The sensitive shared their boughs,
The perceptive recited its arts
And the poetry in them is youthful; it has not grown old.
And the poetry in it is youthful, not aged
منwhoever قارعَbattled الألمَpain العنيدَstubborn بفنّهwith his art
من قارعَ الألمَ العنيدَ بفنّه
ثملٌintoxicated تلذّذtook delight فيin الدّنىthe worlds لمhas not يُؤثَمِbeen deemed sinful
ثملٌ تلذّذ في الدّنى لم يُؤثَمِ
Whoever battled stubborn pain with his art
Whoever faced the obstinate pain with his art
Is intoxicated, having delighted in the worlds, yet has not been deemed sinful.
Is misguided, enjoying the lowly, blameworthy
أشدوI sing بلحنwith a melody الصدقtruth لحنًاa melody آسرًاcaptivating
أشدو بلحن الصدق لحنًا آسرًا
فالصدقfor truth كالسحرlike magic المُطَلسَمِtalismanic فيin فمِيmy mouth!
فالصدق كالسحر المُطَلسَمِ في فمِي!
I sing a melody of truth, a captivating melody,
I sing with the tune of truth a charming melody
For truth is like talismanic magic in my mouth!
For truth is like spellbinding magic in my mouth!
Sol 6.1