هَديّةُgift اللهِGod فيin القُرآنِthe Qur'an تُدَّكَرُis remembered
هَديّةُ اللهِ في القُرآنِ تُدَّكَرُ
فيهاin her البَيانُeloquence بَهيٌّsplendid تاجُهُits crown دُرَرُpearls
فيها البَيانُ بَهيٌّ تاجُهُ دُرَرُ
God's gift is remembered in the Qur'an.
God's gift in the Quran is pondered
In her, eloquence is splendid, with pearls for its crown.
Its eloquence is radiant, its crown adorned with pearls
ضَادُthe letter ḍād النَّفائِسِprecious treasures قَدْindeed أَزْهَتْgrew radiant طَيالِسُهاher mantles
ضَادُ النَّفائِسِ قَدْ أَزْهَتْ طَيالِسُها
وَمِنْand from سَناهاher radiance ارْتَدىdonned أنْوارَهُits lights السَّحَرُthe predawn hour
وَمِنْ سَناها ارْتَدى أنْوارَهُ السَّحَرُ
The Ḍād of treasures—her mantles have grown radiant.
The source of rarities has made its hills shine
And from her radiance, the predawn hour donned its lights.
And from its brilliance the dawn is reflected
عِقْيانُهاher pure gold خالِصٌunalloyed لاno زَيْفَadulteration يُبْخِسُهُdevalues it
عِقْيانُها خالِصٌ لا زَيْفَ يُبْخِسُهُ
نَقيِّةُpure الحَرْفِthe letter لاno عَيْجٌdeviation ولاnor زَوَرُcrookedness
نَقيِّةُ الحَرْفِ لا عَيْجٌ ولا زَوَرُ
Her gold is pure; no adulteration devalues it.
Its springs are pure, no falsehood can diminish them
Pure in her letters, she has neither deviation nor crookedness.
The letter is sincere, no turbulence or deceit
ماnot طالattained غَربٌthe West جُمانَthe pearls of الضَّادِḌād فيin لُغَةٍa language
ما طال غَربٌ جُمانَ الضَّادِ في لُغَةٍ
إنَّindeed الجُمانَthe pearls لهاto her يسعىhastens ويَعْتمِرُand makes pilgrimage
إنَّ الجُمانَ لها يسعى ويَعْتمِرُ
The West has not attained the pearls of Ḍād in any language.
However long the ignorance of the West lasts
Indeed, the pearls hasten to her and make pilgrimage.
It yearns for and visits its perfection
هِيَshe الدَرَاريُّthe shining stars إنْif أدْجَتْgrow dark مَحابِرُناour inkwells
هِيَ الدَرَاريُّ إنْ أدْجَتْ مَحابِرُنا
مَدارُthe orbit of أنْوارِهاher lights يَزْهوshines ويَنْتَشِرُand spreads
مَدارُ أنْوارِها يَزْهو ويَنْتَشِرُ
She is the shining stars if our inkwells turn dark.
It is the brilliant, if our platforms enlighten
The orbit of her lights shines and spreads.
The orbit of its light glows and expands
تَجَلَّلَتْcloaked herself بِبَديعٍin wondrous beauty لاno نَظيرَequal لَهُto it
تَجَلَّلَتْ بِبَديعٍ لا نَظيرَ لَهُ
وجهُthe face of البَلاغَةِeloquence فيin مرآتِهاher mirror قمَرُa moon
وجهُ البَلاغَةِ في مرآتِها قمَرُ
She has cloaked herself in wondrous beauty without equal.
It is adorned with unmatched eloquence
The face of eloquence is a moon in her mirror.
The face of rhetoric gleams in its mirror like the moon
عَذيبةٌsweet النُّطقِspeech فيin أعْطافِهاher folds نَغَمٌmelody
عَذيبةٌ النُّطقِ في أعْطافِها نَغَمٌ
مِنfrom سحْرهِits magic يَتَجَلّىbecomes manifest اللحْنُthe melody والوَتَرُand the string
مِن سحْرهِ يَتَجَلّى اللحْنُ والوَتَرُ
She is sweet of speech; melody lies in her folds.
Melodious in pronunciation on its edges is a tune
From its magic, melody and string reveal themselves.
From its magic, melody and rhythm manifest
وَيَستَقيand draws اللفْظُthe word مِنْهاfrom her سِحْرَthe magic of دَهْشَتِهِits wonder
وَيَستَقي اللفْظُ مِنْها سِحْرَ دَهْشَتِهِ
يخْتالُstruts فيin فَيْئِهاher shade المعْنىmeaning ويَزْدَهِرُand flourishes
يخْتالُ في فَيْئِها المعْنى ويَزْدَهِرُ
And the word draws from her the magic of its wonder.
And speech draws from it the charm of its splendor
Meaning struts in her shade and flourishes.
Meaning struts in its open space and flourishes
سَحائِبٌclouds وَطِفَتgrew dense بالغيثِwith rain مُتْرَعَةٌbrimming
سَحائِبٌ وَطِفَت بالغيثِ مُتْرَعَةٌ
تَسْقيwaters الكَلامَspeech نَميرًاpure water ليسَdoes not يَعْتَكِرُgrow turbid
تَسْقي الكَلامَ نَميرًا ليسَ يَعْتَكِرُ
Clouds have grown dense, brimming with rain;
Clouds hovered, saturated with rain
They water speech with pure water that does not turn murky.
Watering speech steadily without stirring sediment
هتّانَةُsteadily raining الهَطْلِrainfall منto طُلابِهاher seekers اقْتَرَبَتْdrew near
هتّانَةُ الهَطْلِ من طُلابِها اقْتَرَبَتْ
كَأَنَّهاas though she were دِيَمٌlasting showers تَدْنوdraw near وتَنْهَمِرُand pour down
كَأَنَّها دِيَمٌ تَدْنو وتَنْهَمِرُ
Steady in rainfall, she has drawn near her seekers,
The pouring rain drew near its students
As though she were lasting showers, drawing near and pouring down.
As if it were a constant drizzle, approaching and flooding
كَمْhow much مِنْof مَدادٍink روَىrecounted أسْرارَthe secrets of رَوْعَتِهاher splendor
كَمْ مِنْ مَدادٍ روَى أسْرارَ رَوْعَتِها
خَوْطُthe tender shoot of الفَصاحَةِeloquence فيin أكْنافِهاher folds نَضِرُverdant
خَوْطُ الفَصاحَةِ في أكْنافِها نَضِرُ
How much ink has recounted the secrets of her splendor!
How much ink conveyed the secrets of its meadows
The tender shoot of eloquence is verdant within her folds.
The line of eloquence flourishes in its valleys
تَسْريflows بِأَوْرِدَةِthrough the veins of الأَشْعارِpoems فيin دَعَةٍquiet ease
تَسْري بِأَوْرِدَةِ الأَشْعارِ في دَعَةٍ
كَماjust as الرِّهامُfine showers فُراتَthe sweet water of الغَيْثِrain تَدَّخِرُstore up
كَما الرِّهامُ فُراتَ الغَيْثِ تَدَّخِرُ
She flows through the veins of poems in quiet ease,
It flows with the veins of poetry effortlessly
As fine showers store up the sweet water of rain.
As the drizzle seeps into the abundant rain
النَّثْرُprose فيin رَكْبِهاher cavalcade قَدْindeed مادَswayed مُنْتَشِيًاenraptured
النَّثْرُ في رَكْبِها قَدْ مادَ مُنْتَشِيًا
والشِّعْرُand poetry مِنْfrom حبرهاher ink يُسْقىis given drink فيبتكِرُand so creates anew
والشِّعْرُ مِنْ حبرها يُسْقى فيبتكِرُ
Prose has swayed, enraptured, in her cavalcade,
Prose in its travels wanders invigorated
And poetry is given her ink to drink, and so creates anew.
And poetry by its ink is watered and sprouts
لاno غروَwonder إنْif جاوَزتsurpassed حَدَّthe limit of المدىreach ألَقًاin brilliance
لا غروَ إنْ جاوَزت حَدَّ المدى ألَقًا
واسْتَوْطَنَتْand settled in بَرْزَخًاan in-between realm تَشْتاقُهُlongs for it البَشَرُhumankind
واسْتَوْطَنَتْ بَرْزَخًا تَشْتاقُهُ البَشَرُ
No wonder if she has surpassed the farthest bounds in brilliance,
No wonder it exceeded the ultimate in sublimity
And settled in an in-between realm that humankind longs for.
And settled in a sphere the human aspires to
ماnot مسَّهاtouched her رَطَنٌforeign jargon ماnot شابَهاtainted her زَلَلٌerror
ما مسَّها رَطَنٌ ما شابَها زَلَلٌ
أعجوبةٌa marvel وَبهاand by her قَدْindeed حارَتِwere bewildered الفِكَرُthoughts
أعجوبةٌ وَبها قَدْ حارَتِ الفِكَرُ
No foreign jargon has touched her; no error has tainted her.
It is untouched by rambling, unmarred by any lapse
A marvel—and thoughts have been bewildered by her.
A marvel - it has baffled thought
قَدْindeed وقَّرَhonored الخَلقُcreation بالتَّقْديسِwith sacred reverence ساحَتَهاher precinct
قَدْ وقَّرَ الخَلقُ بالتَّقْديسِ ساحَتَها
لأنَّهاbecause she is لُغَةٌa language قَدْindeed شاءَهاwilled her القدَرُdestiny
لأنَّها لُغَةٌ قَدْ شاءَها القدَرُ
Creation has honored her precinct with sacred reverence,
Creation sanctified its realm with glorification
Because she is a language that destiny has willed.
For it is a language ordained by fate
Sol 6.1