رديgive back علىto وطنيmy homeland حماةthe guardians of ذمارهits honor
ردي على وطني حماة ذماره
ياO بنتdaughter of حكمتهits wisdom وامand mother of صغارهits little ones
يا بنت حكمته وام صغاره
Give my homeland back the guardians of its honor,
My homeland defenders, answer the call to arms
O daughter of its wisdom and mother of its little ones.
O daughter of wisdom and mother of youth
رديrestore عليهto it رجالهits men فرجالهfor its men
ردي عليه رجاله فرجاله
غلمانthe boys of داركyour house لاnot شيوخthe elders of ديارهits dwellings
غلمان دارك لا شيوخ دياره
Restore its men to it, for its men are
Return to it its men, for its men
The boys of your house, not the elders of its dwellings.
Are the young lions not old men of homes
الناشئونthose growing up علىin عبادةworship of ارزهits cedar
الناشئون على عبادة ارزه
يتعلمونlearn الموتdeath تحتbeneath شعارهits banner
يتعلمون الموت تحت شعاره
Those raised in worship of its cedar
They grow up worshipping its cedars
Learn to die beneath its banner.
Learning to die beneath its banner
همthey ريقthe fresh bloom of الأملhope الذيwhich يحياit lives بهby it
هم ريق الأمل الذي يحيا به
والموتwhile death يضربswings سيفهits sword بجوارهbeside it
والموت يضرب سيفه بجواره
They are the fresh bloom of the hope by which it lives,
They are the sap that gives it life
While death swings its sword beside it.
While death brandishes its sword nearby
أملa hope بهthrough it استبقىit preserved نضارةthe freshness of روضهits garden
أمل به استبقى نضارة روضه
وبليلand the moist breath of رياهits fragrance وصدحand the song of هزارهits nightingale
وبليل رياه وصدح هزاره
A hope by which it has preserved its garden's freshness,
Hope in it preserved the bloom of its meadows
And its fragrance's moist breath and its nightingale's song.
And the night grazing and echoing of its valleys
فهيso they are المراتعthe pastures ماas عهدتI have known ونجدهاand their uplands
فهي المراتع ما عهدت ونجدها
فيin آبهits August كالسفحlike the lower slope فيin آذارهits March
في آبه كالسفح في آذاره
So its pastures are as I have known them, and their uplands
So its pastures remained as we knew them
In its August are like the lower slopes in its March.
In summer like slopes in spring
خلعتbestowed يدthe hand of الباريthe Creator عليهاupon them حلةًa robe
خلعت يد الباري عليها حلةً
منof مثلthe like of ماwhat خلعتit bestowed علىupon اخدارهHis secluded chambers
من مثل ما خلعت على اخداره
The Creator's hand has clothed them in a robe
The hand of the Creator adorned it with a robe
Like that with which it clothed His secluded chambers.
Like He adorned its neighbors
ثوبٌa robe يغارguards jealously عليؤهover it خالقهits Maker فلاand so not
ثوبٌ يغار عليؤه خالقه فلا
يرضىconsents بمدto extending يدٍa hand إلىtoward أزرارهits buttons
يرضى بمد يدٍ إلى أزراره
A robe its Maker guards jealously; He will not
A garment its Maker is jealous to protect
Consent to a hand reaching toward its buttons.
Not pleased if a hand reaches for its buttons
ثوبٌa robe تمرّpass بهthrough it القرونthe centuries ووشيهand its embroidery
ثوبٌ تمرّ به القرون ووشيه
ذوpossessing جدَّةٍfreshness فكأنهso it is as though ابنa son of نهارهits day
ذو جدَّةٍ فكأنه ابن نهاره
A robe through which the centuries pass, yet its embroidery
A lasting garment, generations pass as it endures
Is ever new, as though born this very day.
Made new as if born yesterday
ضافٍample يجرّtrails علىover الجبالthe mountains ذيولهits skirts
ضافٍ يجرّ على الجبال ذيوله
والبرقand lightning يلمعgleams منfrom خلالwithin صدارهits bodice
والبرق يلمع من خلال صداره
Ample, it trails its skirts over the mountains,
Billowing, dragging its train on the mountains
And lightning gleams through its bodice.
With lightning flashing through its breast
والأرزand the cedar منamong شاراتهits emblems وحديثهand its story
والأرز من شاراته وحديثه
ماwhat قالsaid ربكyour Lord عنهabout it فيin أسفارهHis scriptures
ما قال ربك عنه في أسفاره
The cedar is among its emblems, and its story
The cedars are its motifs and legends
Is what your Lord has said of it in His scriptures.
What your Lord said of it in scriptures
طافتcircled ملائكةthe angels of السماءheaven بدوحهaround its great trees
طافت ملائكة السماء بدوحه
وحنتand bent مباسمهاtheir smiling mouths علىover أزهارهits flowers
وحنت مباسمها على أزهاره
Heaven's angels circled its great trees,
Angels circled its convent and smiled
And their smiling mouths bent over its flowers.
Upon its flowers and strolled chanting
ومشىand walked مرتلهاits chanter يغنيهsings to it بماwith what
ومشى مرتلها يغنيه بما
غناهsang it داودٌDavid علىupon قيثارهhis lyre
غناه داودٌ على قيثاره
And heaven's chanter walked, singing to it what
What David sang to his lyre
David sang upon his lyre.
If Lebanon is not the Creator’s paradise
انif لمnot يكنis لبنانLebanon جنةthe paradise of خالقthe Creator of
ان لم يكن لبنان جنة خالق
الدنياthe world يكنthen is لبنانLebanon شرفةthe balcony of دارهHis home
الدنيا يكن لبنان شرفة داره
If Lebanon is not the paradise of the Creator
It is the terrace of His abode
Of the world, then Lebanon is the balcony of His home.
From it houris gaze drunk without tasting
منهfrom it تطلlook out الحورthe houris سكرىintoxicated وهيthough they لمhave not
منه تطل الحور سكرى وهي لم
ترشفsipped سوىexcept السلسالsweet flowing water منfrom أنهارهits rivers
ترشف سوى السلسال من أنهاره
From it the houris gaze out, intoxicated, though they have not
Aught but the dripping of its rivers
Sipped anything but the sweet water of its rivers.
Scents of basil waft on its breezes
فتناسمso they breathe in الفواحthe fragrant منof ريحانهits aromatic herbs
فتناسم الفواح من ريحانه
وتغازلand flirt with الصداحthe singing منamong أطيارهits birds
وتغازل الصداح من أطياره
So they breathe in the fragrance of its sweet herbs,
And birds flirt and chirp in its air
And flirt with its singing birds.
Before it a waterfall cascading
وحيالهاand before them شلالهits waterfall متدفقاًpouring forth
وحيالها شلاله متدفقاً
والكوثرand Kawthar الفوارgushing منfrom فوارهits fountain
والكوثر الفوار من فواره
And before them, its waterfall pours forth,
With the abundant Kawthar of its springs
And Kawthar gushes from its fountain.
And the murmuring cool of its brooks
ولجينand the silver of برودنيهits Berdawni مترقرقاًrippling
ولجين برودنيه مترقرقاً
والكرمand the vineyard يضحكsmiles عنto reveal نضيدthe clusters of نضارهits gold
والكرم يضحك عن نضيد نضاره
And the silver of its Berdawni ripples,
As the vines laugh with ripening fruit
And the vineyard smiles, revealing its clustered gold.
The moon peers from behind its peaks
والبدرand the full moon منfrom خلفbehind الهضابthe hills كأنهas though it were
والبدر من خلف الهضاب كأنه
وجهthe face of المليحةa beautiful woman لاحappeared خلفbehind إزارهits veil
وجه المليحة لاح خلف إزاره
And the full moon behind the hills is like
Like the beautiful face gleaming from behind its veil
A beauty's face appearing behind its veil.
God praise this consecrated mountain
اللَهGod! للجبلfor the mountain المفدىcherished مجتنىa place to gather
اللَه للجبل المفدى مجتنى
ثمرthe fruits of النعيمbliss ومجتلىand a place to behold أنوارهits lights
ثمر النعيم ومجتلى أنواره
God! The cherished mountain, a place to gather
Fruit of bliss and place of holy light
The fruits of bliss and to behold its lights.
In the melodies of its cliffs and gray hair
وبمقلتيand in my eyes صنينهits Sannine ومشيبهand its gray hair
وبمقلتي صنينه ومشيبه
يمليdictates علىto الأجيالthe generations آيthe verses of وقارهits dignity
يملي على الأجيال آي وقاره
And in my eyes, its Sannine, with its gray hair,
It recites its solemn scripture to generations
Dictates to the generations the verses of its dignity.
In the breaths of its zephyrs, sanctity
وبمهجتيand within my soul نفحاتهits breezes قدسيةًsacred
وبمهجتي نفحاته قدسيةً
تقصيbanish عنfrom المصدورthe consumptive طيفthe specter of بوارهhis doom
تقصي عن المصدور طيف بواره
And within my soul, its sacred breezes
Dispelling the specter of its dusty ills
Banish from the consumptive the specter of his doom.
People visit even as life departs
يرتادهاhe seeks them out والعمرwhile life فيin آصالهits late afternoons
يرتادها والعمر في آصاله
فتردهso they return him والعمرwhile life فيin أسحارهits predawn hours
فترده والعمر في أسحاره
He seeks them out when life is in its evening,
Restored as life renews at dawn
And they send him back with life in its early dawn.
Lebanon, sanctuary of life and fortress
لبنانLebanon منتجعthe retreat of الحياةlife ومعقلٌand a fortress
لبنان منتجع الحياة ومعقلٌ
تتزحلقslide away الآفاتafflictions عنfrom أسوارهits walls
تتزحلق الآفات عن أسواره
Lebanon is life's retreat and a fortress
Which contagions slide from its walls
From whose walls afflictions slide away.
Where the trailing clouds pour down blessings
ويزلand slips ساريthe night-roaming الغيمcloud منfrom شرفاتهits battlements
ويزل ساري الغيم من شرفاته
متبركاًseeking blessing منهfrom it بلثمby kissing جدارهits wall
متبركاً منه بلثم جداره
And the night-roaming cloud slips from its battlements,
Made holy by kissing its stones
Seeking blessing from it by kissing its wall.
If the glory of Hermon is troubled
انif روعterrified الحدثانtime's calamities مهجةthe heart of شوفهits Chouf
ان روع الحدثان مهجة شوفه
بمكارهٍwith afflictions تغشاهthat overtake it تلوfollowing مكارهafflictions
بمكارهٍ تغشاه تلو مكاره
If time's calamities terrify the heart of its Chouf,
By repeated afflictions
With afflictions that overtake it, one after another,
Longing escapes in its glory
فالشوقthen longing عنهon its behalf يستقلbears alone بروعهwith its terror
فالشوق عنه يستقل بروعه
والشوفand the Chouf عنهon its behalf يستقلbears alone بعارهwith its shame
والشوف عنه يستقل بعاره
Then longing alone bears its terror on its behalf,
While hardship escapes in its shame
And the Chouf alone bears its shame on its behalf.
Woe, sustenance is scarce
ياoh ويحهalas for it والرزقwhile livelihood ضاقhas narrowed سبيلهits path
يا ويحه والرزق ضاق سبيله
والجارand the neighbor غيرnot مؤمنٍsafe منfrom جارهhis neighbor
والجار غير مؤمنٍ من جاره
Alas for it, when livelihood's path has narrowed,
And the neighbor no friend to his neighbor
And no neighbor is safe from his neighbor.
Woe, the meadow withered losing its bloom
ياoh ويحهalas for it والروضwhile the garden جفhas withered نضيرهits fresh growth
يا ويحه والروض جف نضيره
لماwhen جنىwronged الجانيthe wrongdoer علىagainst أكارهits tiller
لما جنى الجاني على أكاره
Alas for it, when the garden's fresh growth has withered,
When the offenders reaped its fruits
When the wrongdoer wronged its tiller.
If Fakhr al-Din saw its state
لوif جاءcame فخرFakhr الدينal-Din يشهدto witness حالهits condition
لو جاء فخر الدين يشهد حاله
لبكىhe would weep عليهover it وجدَّand strive earnestly فيin استنكارهdenouncing it
لبكى عليه وجدَّ في استنكاره
If Fakhr al-Din came to witness its condition,
He would weep and protest in disbelief
He would weep over it and earnestly denounce it.
Or if news reached the tomb of Shehab
أوor رددتwere repeated أخبارreports ماwhat فيهis in it علىover
أو رددت أخبار ما فيه على
قبرthe grave of الشهابal-Shihab لضجhe would cry out منat أخبارهits news
قبر الشهاب لضج من أخباره
Or were reports of what happens there repeated over
He would roar from his grave
Al-Shihab's grave, he would cry out at its news.
Say to Saffa and the pine groves
قلtell للصفاto al-Safa ومسامعand the listening ears of الصفصافthe willows ماwhat
قل للصفا ومسامع الصفصاف ما
ثلةٌa band عليهagainst it تنالcan reach منfrom أسرارهits secrets
ثلةٌ عليه تنال من أسراره
Tell al-Safa and the willows' listening ears what
What a vile brood assails its mystique
A band assailing it can glean from its secrets.
Those called its sons shunned Saffa
إنindeed البنينthe sons بنيهits sons قدhave عافواspurned الصفاserenity
إن البنين بنيه قد عافوا الصفا
منof عيشهمtheir lives ولوواand turned علىtoward أكدارهits murk
من عيشهم ولووا على أكداره
Indeed, its sons—its very sons—have spurned the serenity
From their lives and blamed its sanctuary
Of their lives and turned toward its troubled dregs.
Shunning bounty and coolness
وتجنبواand they shunned نفسthe breath of النعيمbliss وبردهand its coolness
وتجنبوا نفس النعيم وبرده
ميلاًinclining إلىtoward نفسthe breath of الجحيمHell ونارهand its fire
ميلاً إلى نفس الجحيم وناره
They shunned the breath of bliss and its coolness,
Inclining to hellfire and heat
Inclining toward the breath of Hell and its fire.
When did you find a land wronged by the innocent
ومتىand whenever تجدyou find بلداًa land يُضامis oppressed بريئهits innocent one
ومتى تجد بلداً يُضام بريئه
قلsay انthat ربكyour Lord قدhas indeed قضىdecreed بدمارهfor its destruction
قل ان ربك قد قضى بدماره
Whenever you find a land whose innocent are oppressed,
God ordained its destruction
Say that your Lord has decreed its destruction.
Fate avenges, not the one who spilled blood
والدهرand time يعرفknows كيفhow يثأرto avenge لاnot الذيthe one who
والدهر يعرف كيف يثأر لا الذي
سفكshed الدماءَblood وضلَّand missed موضعthe target of ثارهhis vengeance
سفك الدماءَ وضلَّ موضع ثاره
And time knows how to avenge, unlike the one
Losing the place of his revenge
Who shed blood and missed the target of his vengeance.
Pity Al Shouf the noble laid low
اسفيmy sorrow علىfor الشوفthe Chouf العزيزnoble يذلهhumiliate it
اسفي على الشوف العزيز يذله
أشرارهits wicked people بغياًoppressively علىagainst أخيارهits good people
أشراره بغياً على أخياره
My grief for the noble Chouf, humiliated by
By its wicked against its righteous
Its wicked, in aggression against its good people!
Its foolish mocking its wise men
اربىoutstripped علىover أدبائهits men of letters سفهاؤهits fools
اربى على أدبائه سفهاؤه
وعبيدهُand its slaves ظهرواprevailed علىover أحرارهits free men
وعبيدهُ ظهروا على أحراره
Its fools have outstripped its men of letters,
Its slaves lording over its freemen
And its slaves have prevailed over its free men.
Minds wavering in its retreats
فتضعضعso were shaken العقالthe sages فيin خلواتهits retreats
فتضعضع العقال في خلواته
وتحيرand were bewildered الرهبانthe monks فيin أديارهits monasteries
وتحير الرهبان في أدياره
So the sages were shaken in its retreats,
Hermits confused in monasteries
And the monks were bewildered in its monasteries.
Pity it, playground of my youth
اسفيmy sorrow عليهfor it وهوwhile it is ملعبthe playground of صبوتيmy youthful ardor
اسفي عليه وهو ملعب صبوتي
ومقيلand the noonday refuge of غسانthe first bloom of الشبابyouth الفارهvigorous
ومقيل غسان الشباب الفاره
My grief for it, the playground of my youthful ardor,
Home of Ghassan’s fiery steeds
And the noonday refuge of vigorous youth's first bloom.
Vanity clouded its clear rose
عبثtoyed الغرورvanity بهwith it فكدرand so muddied وردهits drinking water
عبث الغرور به فكدر ورده
الصافيclear ونكرand made unrecognizable طيباتthe sweet scents of عرارهits fragrant wildflowers
الصافي ونكر طيبات عراره
Vanity toyed with it and muddied its drinking water,
And fouled its aromatic plains
Once clear, and spoiled its wildflowers' sweet scents.
Grief for this plight drew my elegy
وأعارنيand lent me نوحthe lament of الحمامthe doves لموقفfor an occasion
وأعارني نوح الحمام لموقف
كنتI was الخليقthe one suited لهto it بصدحto the song of كنارهits canary
كنت الخليق له بصدح كناره
And lent me the doves' lament for an occasion
Worthy of its valley’s echo
At which I should have sung its canary's song.
A sigh from one who stumbled
هيit is زفرةa sigh منfrom عاثرone who stumbled افضىconfided بهاwith it
هي زفرة من عاثر افضى بها
الوطنthe homeland الشجيgrieving إلىto مقيلthe one who remedies عثارهits stumbling
الوطن الشجي إلى مقيل عثاره
It is a sigh from one who has stumbled, confided by
Poured by the ardent homeland to the ear of the heedless friend
The grieving homeland to the one who lifts it from its fall.
A homeland crying for its youth whenever
وطنa homeland يضجcries out إلىto الشبيبةthe youth كلماwhenever
وطن يضج إلى الشبيبة كلما
التمسit sought المقذفa dauntless champion منamong حماةthe guardians of ذمارهits honor
التمس المقذف من حماة ذماره
A homeland that cries out to youth whenever
It seeks defenders against the aggressor
It seeks a dauntless champion among the guardians of its honor.
O sanctuary of poetry, guide
أيO معهدacademy of الأدبliterature النضيرflourishing ومهتدىand a guide for
أي معهد الأدب النضير ومهتدى
ذهنthe mind of الصغيرthe child ومغتذىand nourishment for افكارهhis thoughts
ذهن الصغير ومغتذى افكاره
O academy of flourishing letters, and guide for
Of the young mind, fulfilling its thoughts
The child's mind and nourishment for his thoughts,
Excuse the mourning that passed as your
عذراًpardon لبارحةfor an ill wind تمرpasses وعيدكwhile your anniversary
عذراً لبارحة تمر وعيدك
الذهبيgolden وضاءٌradiant علىabove أقمارهits moons
الذهبي وضاءٌ على أقماره
Pardon a passing ill wind, while your anniversary,
Golden feast shone on its moons
Golden, shines brightly above its moons.
I am one who sees Lebanon above his life
أناI منone who يرىsees لبنانLebanon فوقabove حياتهhis life
أنا من يرى لبنان فوق حياته
ويرىand sees منارthe beacon of النجمthe star دونbeneath منارهits beacon
ويرى منار النجم دون مناره
I am one who sees Lebanon above his own life,
And the gleam of its star above its minaret
And sees the star's beacon beneath its beacon,
I see Fakhr al-Din ransomed all of Lebanon
ويرىand sees فدىa sacrifice for لبنانLebanon كلall قطينهits inhabitants
ويرى فدى لبنان كل قطينه
منfrom مردthe beardless among فتيتهits youths إلىto أحبارهits religious scholars
من مرد فتيته إلى أحباره
And sees all its inhabitants as sacrifices for Lebanon,
From its rebels to its monks
From its beardless youths to its religious scholars.
I am one who sees pride in kissing its soil
أناI منone who يرىsees فخراًpride بلثمin kissing ترابهits soil
أنا من يرى فخراً بلثم ترابه
ويودand longs بالاجفانwith the eyelids مسحto wipe غبارهits dust
ويود بالاجفان مسح غباره
I am one who finds pride in kissing its soil,
And wishes to wipe its dust with eyelids
And longs to wipe away its dust with his eyelids.
I am a verse inscribed in its rock
أناI آيةٌa verse منقوشةٌengraved فيin صخرهits rock
أنا آيةٌ منقوشةٌ في صخره
وشرارةٌand a spark مطبوعةٌimprinted بغرارهon its sword's edge
وشرارةٌ مطبوعةٌ بغراره
I am a verse engraved in its rock,
And a spark stamped by its flint
And a spark imprinted on its sword's edge.
Partial English translation: 99 of 100 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1