يَاO مَنْone who بِهِthrough him شَرُفَتْgained honor عَلَىabove الْبُلْدَانِthe cities تِطْTet- (first part of Tetouan)
يَا مَنْ بِهِ شَرُفَتْ عَلَى الْبُلْدَانِ تِطْ
وَانٌ-ouan (completing Tetouan) الْغَرَّاthe radiant بِلاَwithout بُهْتَانِfalsehood
وَانٌ الْغَرَّا بِلاَ بُهْتَانِ
O you through whom, above other cities, was exalted
O you by whom the lands were ennobled
O you through whom, above all other lands, is honored Tét-
radiant Tetouan—no false claim—
With a radiance devoid of pretense,
-ouan the radiant, without a single doubt,
وَتَأَرَّجَتْand grew fragrant أَرْجَاؤُهَاher quarters مِنْfrom نَشْرِهِhis fragrance
وَتَأَرَّجَتْ أَرْجَاؤُهَا مِنْ نَشْرِهِ
وَغَدَاand he became لِطِرْسِfor the parchment النُّبْلِof nobility كَالْعُنْوَانِlike the heading
وَغَدَا لِطِرْسِ النُّبْلِ كَالْعُنْوَانِ
and whose fragrance perfumed her quarters,
And whose outskirts were perfumed by his fragrance
And its environs grew fragrant from his scent,
and who became like a heading on nobility's parchment:
And his chivalry became like a banner,
And who became like the heading on the scroll of nobility.
أَنْجِزْcarry out أَبَاAbu (father of) يَعْقُوبَYaqub فِيin إِرْسَالِsending مَاwhat
أَنْجِزْ أَبَا يَعْقُوبَ فِي إِرْسَالِ مَا
هِمْنَاwe were enamored بِهِwith it مِنْof زَهْرَةِthe blossom الْبُسْتَانِthe garden
هِمْنَا بِهِ مِنْ زَهْرَةِ الْبُسْتَانِ
Follow through, Abu Yaqub, by sending what
Fulfill for Abu Ya'qub what we intended
Fulfill your promise, Abu Ya'qub, in sending what
we have loved so ardently—the garden's blossom.
To send of blossoms from the garden,
we have longed for: the flower of the garden.
فَلَقَدْfor indeed دَجَتْgrew dark أَفْكَارُنَاour thoughts كَلَفاًout of ardent longing بِهِfor it
فَلَقَدْ دَجَتْ أَفْكَارُنَا كَلَفاً بِهِ
فَعَسَىso may يَضُوعُwaft شَذَاهُits fragrance بِالسُّلْوَانِwith solace
فَعَسَى يَضُوعُ شَذَاهُ بِالسُّلْوَانِ
For our thoughts have grown dark with longing for it;
For our thoughts have become ensnared by longing for him
For our thoughts have grown dark with an intense passion for it,
so may its fragrance spread, bringing solace.
Perhaps his fragrance will waft with the zephyr,
so perhaps its diffusing fragrance will bring us solace.
لاَnot زِلْتَmay you cease تَرْفُلُyou walk proudly فِيin بُرُودِstriped robes مَسَرَّةٍjoy
لاَ زِلْتَ تَرْفُلُ فِي بُرُودِ مَسَرَّةٍ
بَادِيdisplaying الْبَشَائِرِsigns of gladness ضَاحِكِsmiling الأَسْنَانِthe teeth
بَادِي الْبَشَائِرِ ضَاحِكِ الأَسْنَانِ
May you ever walk proudly in striped robes of joy,
Still you saunter in the coolness of gladness
May you never cease trailing your garments in joy,
showing signs of gladness, your teeth revealed in a smile.
With glad tidings, smiling gently,
showing signs of good tidings, with a bright and laughing smile.
وَمِنِand from ابْنِIbn (son of) زَاكُورٍZakur سَلاَمٌa greeting عَاطَرٌfragrant
وَمِنِ ابْنِ زَاكُورٍ سَلاَمٌ عَاطَرٌ
كَالْيَاسَمِينِlike jasmine يَضُوعُwafts fragrance فِيin بُسْتَانِa garden
كَالْيَاسَمِينِ يَضُوعُ فِي بُسْتَانِ
And from Ibn Zakur comes a fragrant greeting,
And from the son of Zakur sincere greetings
And from Ibn Zakour comes a fragrant greeting,
like jasmine wafting its scent in a garden,
Like sweet jasmine wafting in a garden,
like jasmine diffusing its scent throughout a garden;
أَذْكَىmore fragrant مِنَthan النِّسْرِينِthe wild rose بَلَّلَهُmoistened it النَّدَىthe dew
أَذْكَى مِنَ النِّسْرِينِ بَلَّلَهُ النَّدَى
وَأَلَذُّand sweeter مِنْthan وَصْلٍreunion عَلَىafter هِجْرَانِseparation
وَأَلَذُّ مِنْ وَصْلٍ عَلَى هِجْرَانِ
more fragrant than the wild rose moistened by dew,
More fragrant than lavender, moistened by dew,
more deeply scented than wild roses moistened by the dew,
and sweeter than reunion after separation.
Sweeter than a reunion after estrangement,
and sweeter than a reunion after long estrangement.
يَأْتِيكَcomes to you مَاas long as غَنَّتْsang حَمَائِمُdoves أَيْكَةٍa grove
يَأْتِيكَ مَا غَنَّتْ حَمَائِمُ أَيْكَةٍ
وَتَمَايَسَتْand swayed عَذَبَاتُtips قُضْبِbranches الْبَانِthe bān trees
وَتَمَايَسَتْ عَذَبَاتُ قُضْبِ الْبَانِ
It comes to you as long as the doves of a grove sing
Bearing what the doves of Ayka sang
It comes to you for as long as doves sing in the thicket,
and the tips of the bān trees' branches sway.
And the pure nightingales of Qudayb warbled.
and the tender twigs of the ban tree gracefully sway.