بيتٌ بَنَتْهُ ليَ الحَيَاةُ من الشَّذَى

بيتٌ بَنَتْهُ ليَ الحَيَاةُ من الشَّذَى

والظِّلِّ والأَضواءِ والأَنغامِ

والظِّلِّ والأَضواءِ والأَنغامِ

A house that life built for me from fragrance,

A house that life built for me of fragrance

A house that Life has built for me from scent,

And shade and lights and melodies.

Of shade, lights, and melodies

From shadow, lights, and melodies combined,

بيتٌ من السِّحْرِ الجميلِ مشَيَّدٌ

بيتٌ من السِّحْرِ الجميلِ مشَيَّدٌ

للحبِّ والأَحلامِ والإلهامِ

للحبِّ والأَحلامِ والإلهامِ

A house erected from beautiful enchantment,

A house of beautiful magic constructed

A house constructed of a lovely charm,

For love and dreams and inspiration.

For love, dreams, and inspiration

For love, for dreaming, and for inspiration.

في الغابِ سِحْرٌ رائعٌ متجدِّدٌ

في الغابِ سِحْرٌ رائعٌ متجدِّدٌ

باقٍ على الأَيَّامِ والأَعوامِ

باقٍ على الأَيَّامِ والأَعوامِ

In the forest is a wondrous, ever-renewing magic,

In the forest, splendid ever-renewing magic

Within the forest lies a magic, new and grand,

Enduring through the days and years.

Remaining through days and years

Enduring through the days and passing years,

وشذًى كأَجنحَةِ الملائكِ غامضٌ

وشذًى كأَجنحَةِ الملائكِ غامضٌ

سَاهٍ يُرفرفُ في سُكونٍ سَامِ

سَاهٍ يُرفرفُ في سُكونٍ سَامِ

And a mysterious fragrance, like angels' wings,

And a subtle fragrance like angels' wings

And scent like angels' wings, obscure and vague,

Dreamy, fluttering in sublime stillness.

Obscure, fluttering in tranquil silence

That flutters idly in a silence high.

وجداولٌ تشدو بمعسولِ الغِنا

وجداولٌ تشدو بمعسولِ الغِنا

وتسيرُ حالمةً بغيرِ نِظامِ

وتسيرُ حالمةً بغيرِ نِظامِ

And streams sing with honeyed song,

And streams singing with honeyed melody

And streamlets singing with a honeyed song,

And flow dreamily without order.

Wandering dreamily without order

That wander dreaming, with no strict design,

ومخارفٌ نَسَجَ الزَّمانُ بساطَها

ومخارفٌ نَسَجَ الزَّمانُ بساطَها

مِنْ يابسِ الأَوراقِ والأَكمامِ

مِنْ يابسِ الأَوراقِ والأَكمامِ

And orchards whose carpet time has woven

And bowers that time wove their carpets

And autumn paths where Time has woven rugs,

From dry leaves and calyces.

From withered leaves and bushes

From withered fallen leaves and flower cups.

وحَنَا عليها الدَّوْحُ في جَبَروتِهِ

وحَنَا عليها الدَّوْحُ في جَبَروتِهِ

بالظّلِّ والأَغصانِ والأَنْسامِ

بالظّلِّ والأَغصانِ والأَنْسامِ

And the great trees bent tenderly over them in their might,

And the dew bent down in its supremacy

The great trees bent above them in their might,

With shade and branches and breezes.

With shade, branches, and breezes

With shadowing, with branches, and with breeze.

في الغابِ في تِلْكَ المخارف والرُّبى

في الغابِ في تِلْكَ المخارف والرُّبى

وعلى التِّلاعِ الخُضْر ولآجامِ

وعلى التِّلاعِ الخُضْر ولآجامِ

In the forest, in those orchards and hills,

In the forest, in those bowers and thickets

Inside the forest, on those paths and hills,

And across the green slopes and thickets,

And on the green hills and meadows

And on the greening slopes and thicket groves,

كم مِنْ مشاعِرَ حلوةٍ مجهولةٍ

كم مِنْ مشاعِرَ حلوةٍ مجهولةٍ

سَكْرى ومِنْ فِكَرٍ ومن أوهامِ

سَكْرى ومِنْ فِكَرٍ ومن أوهامِ

How many sweet, unknown feelings,

How many sweet unknown feelings

How many feelings, sweet and yet unknown,

Intoxicated, and thoughts and fancies,

Of rapture and thought and fantasies

Drunken with thoughts and fleeting fantasies,

غنَّتْ كأَسرابِ الطُّيورِ ورفرفت

غنَّتْ كأَسرابِ الطُّيورِ ورفرفت

حولي وذابتْ كالدُّخانِ أَمامي

حولي وذابتْ كالدُّخانِ أَمامي

Sang like flocks of birds and fluttered

Sang like flocks of birds and fluttered

Sang out like flocks of birds and fluttered round,

Around me, and dissolved like smoke before me.

Around me and melted like smoke before me

Around me, then dissolved like smoke before my eyes.

ولَكَمْ أَصَخْتُ إلى أَناشيدِ الأَسى

ولَكَمْ أَصَخْتُ إلى أَناشيدِ الأَسى

وتنهُّدِ الآلامِ والأَسقامِ

وتنهُّدِ الآلامِ والأَسقامِ

And how often I listened intently to sorrow's songs,

And how I inclined toward the songs of sorrow

How often have I heard the hymns of grief,

And the sighing of pains and illnesses,

And the sighing of pains and illnesses

The sighing of my pain and maladies,

وإلى الرِّياحِ النَّائحاتِ كأَنَّها

وإلى الرِّياحِ النَّائحاتِ كأَنَّها

في الغابِ تبكي ميّت الأَيَّامِ

في الغابِ تبكي ميّت الأَيَّامِ

And to the wailing winds, as though they were

And toward the winds moaning as if

And heard the wailing winds that seem to be,

In the forest, mourning the days that had died,

In the forest, grieving for the departed days

Within the woods, weeping for days long dead.

وإلى الشَّبابِ مغَنِّياً متَرَنِّماً

وإلى الشَّبابِ مغَنِّياً متَرَنِّماً

حوْلي بأَلحانِ الغَرامِ الظَّامي

حوْلي بأَلحانِ الغَرامِ الظَّامي

And to youth, singing and lilting

And toward youth singing and murmuring

And heard Youth singing, chanting low to me,

Around me with the melodies of thirsting passion.

Around me with the tunes of passionate love

Around me with the tunes of thirsty love.

وسَمِعْتُ للطَّيرِ المغرِّدِ في الفضَا

وسَمِعْتُ للطَّيرِ المغرِّدِ في الفضَا

والسِّنديانِ الشَّامخِ المتَسامي

والسِّنديانِ الشَّامخِ المتَسامي

And I listened to the birds warbling in the open air,

And I heard the warbling birds in the sky

I listened to the birds warbling in space,

And the lofty, towering oak,

And the tall, proud pines

And to the oak trees, towering and sublime.

وإلى أَناشيدِ الرُّعاةِ مُرِفَّةً

وإلى أَناشيدِ الرُّعاةِ مُرِفَّةً

في الغابِ شاديةً كسِرْبِ يَمامِ

في الغابِ شاديةً كسِرْبِ يَمامِ

And to the shepherds' songs, fluttering

And the songs of the shepherds, resonating

And to the shepherds' anthems fluttering,

In the forest, singing like a flock of doves,

In the forest, cheerful like a flock of doves

Singing within the wood like flocks of doves.

وإلى الصَّدى المِمْراحِ يهتُفُ راقصاً

وإلى الصَّدى المِمْراحِ يهتُفُ راقصاً

بَيْنَ الفِجاجِ الفيحِ والآكامِ

بَيْنَ الفِجاجِ الفيحِ والآكامِ

And to the playful echo, calling out and dancing

And the frolicsome echo shouting and dancing

And to the merry echo, shouting as it danced,

Among the wide mountain passes and hills,

Between the chasms and the bare mountains

Between the spacious passes and the hills.

حتَّى غَدَا قلبي كنايٍ متْرعٍ

حتَّى غَدَا قلبي كنايٍ متْرعٍ

ثَملٍ من الأَلحانِ والأَنغامِ

ثَملٍ من الأَلحانِ والأَنغامِ

Until my heart became a brimming reed flute,

Until my heart became like a heavy wineskin

Until my heart became a brimming flute,

Drunk on melodies and notes.

Sated with melodies and tunes

Drunk on the melodies and harmonies.

فَشَدَوْتُ باللَّحنِ الغريبِ مجنَّحاً

فَشَدَوْتُ باللَّحنِ الغريبِ مجنَّحاً

بكآبَةِ الأَحلامِ والآلامِ

بكآبَةِ الأَحلامِ والآلامِ

So I sang the strange melody, winged

So I sang in a strange tone, winged

So I sang out a strange and winged tune,

With the melancholy of dreams and pains.

With the gloom of dreams and sorrows

Filled with the gloom of dreams and agony.

في الغابِ دنيا للخيالِ وللرُّؤى

في الغابِ دنيا للخيالِ وللرُّؤى

والشِّعرِ والتفكيرِ والأَحلامِ

والشِّعرِ والتفكيرِ والأَحلامِ

In the forest is a world for imagination and visions,

In the forest, a world for the imagination and visions

The forest holds a world for fantasy and sight,

And poetry and thought and dreams.

And poetry, thought, and dreams

For poetry, for thinking, and for dreams.

للهِ يومَ مضيتُ أوَّلَ مرَّةٍ

للهِ يومَ مضيتُ أوَّلَ مرَّةٍ

للغابِ أَرزحُ تَحْتَ عبءِ سَقامي

للغابِ أَرزحُ تَحْتَ عبءِ سَقامي

O God, what a day it was when I first went

God, the day I first went

By God, the day I went the very first time,

To the forest, bowed beneath the burden of my sickness.

To the forest, burdened with my illness

To the forest, bending 'neath my sickness' weight,

ودخَلتُهُ وحدي وحوْلي موكبٌ

ودخَلتُهُ وحدي وحوْلي موكبٌ

هَزِجٌ من الأَحلامِ والأَوهامِ

هَزِجٌ من الأَحلامِ والأَوهامِ

And I entered it alone, while around me was a procession,

And entered it alone, surrounded by a

I entered it alone, while round me moved,

Lilting, of dreams and fancies.

Cheerful parade of dreams and delusions

A chanting train of dreams and fantasies.

ومشيتُ تَحْتَ ظِلالهِ متَهَيِّباً

ومشيتُ تَحْتَ ظِلالهِ متَهَيِّباً

كالطِّفلِ في صَمْتٍ وفي استسلامِ

كالطِّفلِ في صَمْتٍ وفي استسلامِ

And I walked beneath its shade, awestruck,

And I walked beneath its shadows humbly

I walked beneath its shadows, filled with awe,

Like a child, in silence and surrender.

Like a child, in silence and surrender

Just like a child in silence and surrendering.

أَرنو إلى الأَدواحِ في جبروتها

أَرنو إلى الأَدواحِ في جبروتها

فأخالُها عَمَدَ السَّماءِ أَمامي

فأخالُها عَمَدَ السَّماءِ أَمامي

I gaze at the great trees in their might,

I glanced toward the giant trees in their supremacy

I gaze upon the great trees in their might,

And imagine them the pillars of heaven before me.

Imagining them as the pillars of the sky before me

And fancy them the pillars of the sky before me.

قَدْ مسَّها سِحْرُ الحَيَاةِ فأَوْرَقَتْ

قَدْ مسَّها سِحْرُ الحَيَاةِ فأَوْرَقَتْ

وتَمَايَلَتْ في جنَّةِ الأَحلامِ

وتَمَايَلَتْ في جنَّةِ الأَحلامِ

Life's magic has touched them, and they have leafed out,

Touched by life's magic, they flourished

The magic of Life touched them, so they leaved,

And swayed in the paradise of dreams.

And swayed in the garden of dreams

And swayed within the paradise of dreams.

وأُصيخُ للصَّمتِ المفكِّرِ هاتفاً

وأُصيخُ للصَّمتِ المفكِّرِ هاتفاً

في مِسمعي بغرائبِ الأَنغامِ

في مِسمعي بغرائبِ الأَنغامِ

And I listen to the thoughtful silence, calling

And I inclined toward the pensive silence calling

I listen to the pensive silence call,

In my ear with wondrous melodies.

Strange melodies into my hearing

Into my ear with wondrous melodies.

فإذا أَنا في نشوَةٍ شِعريَّةٍ

فإذا أَنا في نشوَةٍ شِعريَّةٍ

فيَّاضَةٍ بالوحيِ والإِلهامِ

فيَّاضَةٍ بالوحيِ والإِلهامِ

And suddenly I am in a poetic rapture,

And I was in a poetic rapture

And lo, I fall into a poetic trance,

Overflowing with revelation and inspiration.

Overflowing with inspiration

O'erflowing with the Spirit and with art.

ومشاعري في يقظة مسحورة

ومشاعري في يقظة مسحورة

وَسْنَى كيقظةِ آدَمٍ لمَّا سَرَى

وَسْنَى كيقظةِ آدَمٍ لمَّا سَرَى

And my feelings are in an enchanted awakening,

And my feelings were in a spellbound waking state

My feelings in a waking, magic state,

Drowsy, like Adam's awakening when there coursed

Bliss like Adam's awakening when the

Slumberous like Adam's waking when there flowed,

في جسمهِ روحُ الحَيَاة النَّامي

في جسمهِ روحُ الحَيَاة النَّامي

وَشَجتْهُ موسيقى الوُجُودِ وعانقتْ

وَشَجتْهُ موسيقى الوُجُودِ وعانقتْ

Through his body the growing spirit of life.

Breath of burgeoning life flowed

Into his body, Life's expanding soul.

And existence's music stirred him and embraced

Through his body and the music of existence embraced

And music of Existence moved him, and embraced,

أَحلامَهُ في رقَّةٍ وسَلامِ

أَحلامَهُ في رقَّةٍ وسَلامِ

ورأى الفَراديسَ الأَنيقَةَ تنثني

ورأى الفَراديسَ الأَنيقَةَ تنثني

His dreams with tenderness and peace.

His dreams with gentleness and peace

His dreaming visions with a tender peace.

And he saw the graceful paradises sway

And he saw the elegant gardens blossom

He saw the elegant Edens bending low,

في متْرَفِ الأَزهارِ والأَكمامِ

في متْرَفِ الأَزهارِ والأَكمامِ

ورأى الملائكَ كالأَشعَّةِ في الفَضَا

ورأى الملائكَ كالأَشعَّةِ في الفَضَا

Amid luxuriant flowers and calyces.

In the luxury of flowers and bushes

In luxury of flowers and of buds.

And he saw the angels, like rays in the open air,

And he saw the angels gliding through space

He saw the angels like the rays in space,

تَنْسابُ سابحةً بغيرِ نظامِ

تَنْسابُ سابحةً بغيرِ نظامِ

وأَحسَّ روحَ الكونِ تخفقُ حولهُ

وأَحسَّ روحَ الكونِ تخفقُ حولهُ

Gliding, floating without order.

Swimming without order like rays

Gliding and swimming there without a law.

And he felt the spirit of the universe pulsing around him,

And he felt the soul of the universe flutter around him

He felt the Spirit of the Cosmos beat around him,

في الظِّلِّ والأَضواءِ والأَنسامِ

في الظِّلِّ والأَضواءِ والأَنسامِ

والكَائِناتِ تحوطُهُ بحَنانها

والكَائِناتِ تحوطُهُ بحَنانها

In shade and lights and breezes,

In shade, light, and breeze

Within the shadow, in the lights and breeze.

And all beings surrounding him with their tenderness,

And creatures enveloped him with their affection

And all created things surrounded him with grace,

وبحبِّها الرَّحْبِ العميقِ الطَّامي

وبحبِّها الرَّحْبِ العميقِ الطَّامي

حتَّى تَمَلأ بالحَيَاةِ كيانُهُ

حتَّى تَمَلأ بالحَيَاةِ كيانُهُ

And with their vast, deep, overflowing love,

And profound, obscuring love

And with their love, broad, deep, and overflowing.

Until his being brimmed with life,

Until his being filled with life

Until his being filled up with the Life,

وسعى وراءَ مواكبِ الأَيَّامِ

وسعى وراءَ مواكبِ الأَيَّامِ

ولَرُبَّ صُبْحٍ غائمٍ متحجِّبٍ

ولَرُبَّ صُبْحٍ غائمٍ متحجِّبٍ

And he followed the processions of the days.

And he strove after the processions of days

And he pursued the processions of the days.

And on many a cloudy morning, veiled

And how often on a gloomy, overcast morning

And often on a cloudy, veiled morn,

في كِلَّةٍ من زَعْزَعٍ وغَمامِ

في كِلَّةٍ من زَعْزَعٍ وغَمامِ

تتنَفَّسُ الدُّنيا ضَباباً هائماً

تتنَفَّسُ الدُّنيا ضَباباً هائماً

In a curtain of gusts and clouds,

In turmoil and clouds

Wrapped in a canopy of storms and mist,

The world breathes out drifting mist,

The world breathes wandering mist

The world breathes out a wandering fog that rolls,

متدفِّعاً في أُفْقهِ المُتَرامي

متدفِّعاً في أُفْقهِ المُتَرامي

والرِّيحُ تخفقُ في الفَضَاءِ وفي الثَّرى

والرِّيحُ تخفقُ في الفَضَاءِ وفي الثَّرى

Surging across its far-reaching horizon.

Billowing into the endless horizon

Pushing across its vast and far horizon.

And the wind beats through the air and over the earth,

And the wind flaps in the sky, earth,

The wind is pulsing in the space and soil,

وعلى الجبالِ الشُّمِّ والآكامِ

وعلى الجبالِ الشُّمِّ والآكامِ

باكَرْتُ فيهِ الغابَ موهونَ القُوَى

باكَرْتُ فيهِ الغابَ موهونَ القُوَى

And over lofty mountains and hills.

And on the mountain peaks and bare hills

And on the towering mountains and the hills.

I came early to the forest then, my strength enfeebled,

I went early to the somnolent forest

I went out early to the woods, weak of strength,

متخاذِلَ الخُطُواتِ والأَقدامِ

متخاذِلَ الخُطُواتِ والأَقدامِ

وجلستُ تَحْتَ السِّنديانَةِ واجماً

وجلستُ تَحْتَ السِّنديانَةِ واجماً

With faltering steps and feet.

Faltering in steps and feet

With faltering steps and dragging feet, I trod.

And I sat beneath the oak, downcast,

And sat under the pine tree, staring

I sat beneath the oak tree, silent, grim,

أرنو إلى الأُفُقِ الكئيبِ أَمامي

أرنو إلى الأُفُقِ الكئيبِ أَمامي

فأَرى المبانيَ في الضَّبابِ كأَنَّها

فأَرى المبانيَ في الضَّبابِ كأَنَّها

Gazing at the gloomy horizon before me.

At the dreary horizon before me

Gazing upon the gloomy verge before me.

Then I see the buildings in the mist as though they were

And I saw the buildings in the fog as if

Seeing the buildings in the fog appear,

فِكْرٌ بأَرضِ الشَّكِّ والإِبهامِ

فِكْرٌ بأَرضِ الشَّكِّ والإِبهامِ

أَو عالَمٌ مَا زالَ يولَدُ في فضا

أَو عالَمٌ مَا زالَ يولَدُ في فضا

A thought in the land of doubt and obscurity,

They were thoughts in the land of doubt and ambiguity

Like thoughts within a land of doubt and vagueness.

Or a world still being born in the vastness

Or a world still being born in the cosmic space

Or like a world that yet is being born,

ءِ الكونِ بَيْنَ غياهبٍ وسدامِ

ءِ الكونِ بَيْنَ غياهبٍ وسدامِ

وأرى الفِجاجَ الدَّامِساتِ خلالَهُ

وأرى الفِجاجَ الدَّامِساتِ خلالَهُ

Of the universe, amid deep darkness and mist.

Between darkness and murk

In cosmic space, 'midst darkness and the mist.

And I see the dark mountain passes through it,

And I saw the deep chasms through it

I see the darkened mountain paths through it,

ومشاهدَ الوديانِ والآجامِ

ومشاهدَ الوديانِ والآجامِ

فكأَنَّها شُعَبُ الجَحيمِ رهيبةً

فكأَنَّها شُعَبُ الجَحيمِ رهيبةً

And vistas of valleys and thickets.

And scenes of the valleys and meadows

And vistas of the valleys and the groves.

As though they were branches of hell, terrifying,

As if they were the horrible paths of hell

As if they were the fearful paths of Hell,

ملفوفةً قي غُبْشَةً وظَلامِ

ملفوفةً قي غُبْشَةً وظَلامِ

صُوَرٌ من الفنِّ المروِّعِ أعجزتْ

صُوَرٌ من الفنِّ المروِّعِ أعجزتْ

Wrapped in dimness and darkness.

Wrapped in gloom and darkness

Wrapped in a twilight murkiness and dark.

Images of terrifying art that baffled

Images of terrifying art that confounded

Images of a terrifying art that stunned,

وَحْي القريض وريشَةَ الرَّسَّامِ

وَحْي القريض وريشَةَ الرَّسَّامِ

ولَكَمْ مَسَاءٍ حالمٍ متوشِّحٍ

ولَكَمْ مَسَاءٍ حالمٍ متوشِّحٍ

The inspiration of verse and the painter's brush.

The genius of poetry and the painter's brush

The poet's muse and painter's brush alike.

And on how many a dreamy evening, draped

And how often on a dreamy, enshrouded evening

And often on a dreaming evening, clad,

بالظِّلِّ والضَّوءِ الحزينِ الدَّامي

بالظِّلِّ والضَّوءِ الحزينِ الدَّامي

قَدْ سِرْتُ في غابي كفِكْرٍ هائمٍ

قَدْ سِرْتُ في غابي كفِكْرٍ هائمٍ

In shade and sorrowful, bleeding light,

In shadows and melancholy, lingering darkness

In shadows and in sad and bloody light,

I have walked in my forest like a wandering thought,

I walked in my forest like a wandering thought

I walked within my woods like wandering thought,

في نَشْوَةِ الأَحلامِ والإِلهامِ

في نَشْوَةِ الأَحلامِ والإِلهامِ

شِعري وأَفكاري وكُلُّ مشاعري

شِعري وأَفكاري وكُلُّ مشاعري

In the rapture of dreams and inspiration.

In the rapture of dreams and inspiration

Within the ecstasy of dreams and art.

My poetry, my thoughts, and all my feelings

My poetry, ideas, and all my feelings

My poetry, my thoughts, and feelings all,

مَنْشورةٌ للنُّورِ والأَنْسامِ

مَنْشورةٌ للنُّورِ والأَنْسامِ

والأُفْقُ يزخَرُ بالأَشعَّةِ والشَّذى

والأُفْقُ يزخَرُ بالأَشعَّةِ والشَّذى

Spread open to the light and breezes.

Unfurled to the light and breeze

Were spread out to the light and to the breeze.

And the horizon brims with rays and fragrance,

And the horizon teemed with rays and fragrance

The horizon teeming with the rays and scent,

والأَرضُ بالأَعشابِ والأَكمامِ

والأَرضُ بالأَعشابِ والأَكمامِ

والغابُ ساجٍ والحياةُ مُصِيخةٌ

والغابُ ساجٍ والحياةُ مُصِيخةٌ

And the earth with grasses and calyces.

And the earth with grass and bushes

The earth with grasses and with budding flowers.

And the forest is still, and life listens intently,

And the forest was silent and life inclined

The forest quiet, Life listening intently,

والأفْقُ والشَّفَقُ الجميلُ أَمامي

والأفْقُ والشَّفَقُ الجميلُ أَمامي

وعروسُ أحلامي تُداعبُ عُودَهَا

وعروسُ أحلامي تُداعبُ عُودَهَا

And the horizon and beautiful afterglow lie before me.

And the beautiful dusk horizon before me

The horizon and the lovely dusk before me.

And the bride of my dreams plays her oud,

And the bride of my dreams caressed her lute

The bride of my own dreams caressed her lute,

فيرنُّ قلبي بالصَّدى وعظامي

فيرنُّ قلبي بالصَّدى وعظامي

روحٌ أَنا مسحورةٌ في عَالمٍ

روحٌ أَنا مسحورةٌ في عَالمٍ

So my heart and my bones ring with the echo.

Until my heart rang with the echo and my bones

So that my heart and bones rang with the echo.

I am an enchanted spirit in a world

A soul I, enchanted in a world

I am a spirit, bound by magic spell,

فَوْقَ الزَّمانِ الزَّاخرِ الدَّوَّامِ

فَوْقَ الزَّمانِ الزَّاخرِ الدَّوَّامِ

في الغابِ في الغابِ الحبيبِ وإنَّهُ

في الغابِ في الغابِ الحبيبِ وإنَّهُ

Above surging, ever-turning time.

Beyond time's teeming flow

Above a time that swells and whirls around.

In the forest, in the beloved forest—and indeed it is

O you priest of sorrows and pains

Within the woods, the beloved woods, for it,

حَرَمُ الطَّبيعَةِ والجمالِ السَّامي

حَرَمُ الطَّبيعَةِ والجمالِ السَّامي

طهَّرْتُ في نارِ الجمالِ مَشاعري

طهَّرْتُ في نارِ الجمالِ مَشاعري

The sanctuary of nature and sublime beauty.

Cast off the robes of grief beneath its shade

Is Nature's sanctuary and beauty high.

I purified my feelings in the fire of beauty,

And don the cloak of poetry and dreams

I purged my feelings in the fire of beauty,

ولقيتُ في دنيا الخَيالِ سَلامي

ولقيتُ في دنيا الخَيالِ سَلامي

ونسيت دنيا الناس فهي سخافة

ونسيت دنيا الناس فهي سخافة

And found my peace in the world of imagination.

And lift your prayers profoundly to beauty

And found within the world of fancy, peace.

And forgot the world of people, for it is folly,

Imbued with the heat of inspiration

I forgot the world of men, for it is folly,

سكرى من الأوهام والآثام

سكرى من الأوهام والآثام

وقَبسْتُ من عَطْفِ الوُجُودِ وحُبِّهِ

وقَبسْتُ من عَطْفِ الوُجُودِ وحُبِّهِ

Drunk on illusions and sins.

And chant the beautiful melodies of life

Drunken with delusions and with sins.

And I took from existence's tenderness and love

Like the beauty of this blossoming world

I borrowed from Existence's grace and love,

وجمالهِ قبساً أَضاءَ ظلامي

وجمالهِ قبساً أَضاءَ ظلامي

فرأيتُ أَلوانَ الحَيَاةِ نضيرةً

فرأيتُ أَلوانَ الحَيَاةِ نضيرةً

And its beauty a spark that lit my darkness.

And flap with the perfume fluttering through space

And from its beauty, light to clear my dark.

So I saw the colors of life fresh and radiant,

And dance with the lights and breeze

I saw the colors of this Life stay fresh,

كنضارَةِ الزَّهرِ الجميلِ النَّامي

كنضارَةِ الزَّهرِ الجميلِ النَّامي

ووجدتُ سحرَ الكونِ أَسمى عنصراً

ووجدتُ سحرَ الكونِ أَسمى عنصراً

Like the freshness of beautiful, growing flowers.

And with the bubbling springs and echo

Just like the freshness of the growing flower.

And found the universe's magic loftier in essence

And my dreary thoughts melted into dusk

I found the cosmos' magic higher in essence,

وأَجلَّ من حُزْني ومِنْ آلامي

وأَجلَّ من حُزْني ومِنْ آلامي

فأَهَبْتُ مسحورَ المشاعر حالماً

فأَهَبْتُ مسحورَ المشاعر حالماً

And grander than my sorrow and my pains.

And I scattered them to the storms of days

And greater than my sorrow and my pains.

So I called out, my feelings enchanted, dreaming,

And I went singing to the rays, enchanting

So I called out, enchanted in my heart,

نشوانَ بالقلبِ الكئيب الدَّامي

نشوانَ بالقلبِ الكئيب الدَّامي

أَلمعبدُ الحيُّ المقدَّسُ ها هنا

أَلمعبدُ الحيُّ المقدَّسُ ها هنا

Ecstatic, to my sorrowful, bleeding heart:

From the voice of my sorrows and oppression of illness

While dreaming, drunk, with sad and bleeding heart:

The living, sacred temple is right here,

And I cried: O spirit of beauty, flow

"The living, holy temple is right here!

يا كاهِنَ الأَحزانِ والآلامِ

يا كاهِنَ الأَحزانِ والآلامِ

فاخلعْ مُسُوحَ الحزنِ تَحْتَ ظِلالِهِ

فاخلعْ مُسُوحَ الحزنِ تَحْتَ ظِلالِهِ

O priest of sorrows and pains.

Through my mind and dreams like a river

O priest of sorrows and of agonies."

So take off sorrow's sackcloth beneath its shade,

And permeate my soul that has withered

"Cast off the robes of grief beneath its shade,"

والبسْ رِداءَ الشِّعرِ والأَحلامِ

والبسْ رِداءَ الشِّعرِ والأَحلامِ

وارفعْ صَلاتَكَ للجمالِ عَميقةً

وارفعْ صَلاتَكَ للجمالِ عَميقةً

And put on the robe of poetry and dreams.

From sorrows and pains

"And wear the cloak of poetry and dreams."

And raise your prayer to beauty, profound,

You are the living sensation that flows abundantly

"And raise your prayer to Beauty, deep and true,"

مشبوبةً بحرارَةِ الإِلهامِ

مشبوبةً بحرارَةِ الإِلهامِ

واصدَحْ بأَلحان الحياة جميلةً

واصدَحْ بأَلحان الحياة جميلةً

Ablaze with the heat of inspiration.

Like fire in the soul of burgeoning existence

"Kindled by Inspiration's burning heat."

And sing out life's melodies, beautiful

And shapes the dreams of nature, so make

"And chant the melodies of Life so fair,"

كجمال هذا العالَم البسَّامِ

كجمال هذا العالَم البسَّامِ

واخفقْ مع العِطْر المرفرفِ في الفضا

واخفقْ مع العِطْر المرفرفِ في الفضا

As the beauty of this smiling world.

My life an enchanting song of melodies

"Fair as the beauty of this smiling world."

And flutter with the fragrance that flutters in the air,

And a fragrance that wafts with the rays and visions

"And pulse with perfume fluttering in space,"

وارقصْ مع الأَضواءِ والأَنسامِ

وارقصْ مع الأَضواءِ والأَنسامِ

ومع الينابيع الطليقة والصدى

ومع الينابيع الطليقة والصدى

And dance with the lights and breezes,

In the sublime temple of truth

"And dance along with lights and with the breeze,"

And with the free-flowing springs and the echo.

And my gloomy thoughts melted into dusk

"And with the free-flowing springs and with the echo."

وذَرَوْتُ أَفكاري الحزينَةُ للدُّجى

وذَرَوْتُ أَفكاري الحزينَةُ للدُّجى

ونَثَرْتُها لعواصِفِ الأَيَّامِ

ونَثَرْتُها لعواصِفِ الأَيَّامِ

And I scattered my sorrowful thoughts into the darkness,

And I scattered them to the storms of days

Then I dispersed my sad thoughts to the dark,

And strewed them to the tempests of the days.

And I went singing to the rays, enchanting

And scattered them to storms of passing days.

ومَضَيْتُ أَشدو للأشعَّةِ ساحراً

ومَضَيْتُ أَشدو للأشعَّةِ ساحراً

من صوت أحزاني وبطش سقامي

من صوت أحزاني وبطش سقامي

And went on singing to the rays, conjuring enchantment

From the voice of my sorrows and oppression of illness

I went on singing to the rays, enchanting,

From my sorrows' voice and my illness's violence.

And I cried: O spirit of beauty, flow

Out of the voice of grief and sickness' might.

وهتفتُ يا روحَ الجمالِ تَدَفَّقي

وهتفتُ يا روحَ الجمالِ تَدَفَّقي

كالنَّهرِ في فِكري وفي أَحلامي

كالنَّهرِ في فِكري وفي أَحلامي

And I cried: O spirit of beauty, pour forth

Through my mind and dreams like a river

I shouted: "O Soul of Beauty, flow forth now,"

Like a river through my thought and through my dreams,

And permeate my soul that has withered

"Like a river in my thinking and my dreams."

وتغلغلي كالنُّورِ في روحي التي

وتغلغلي كالنُّورِ في روحي التي

ذَبُلَتْ من الأَحزانِ والآلامِ

ذَبُلَتْ من الأَحزانِ والآلامِ

And permeate like light my soul, which

From sorrows and pains

"And penetrate like light into my soul,"

Has withered from sorrows and pains.

You are the living sensation that flows abundantly

"Which has withered from the sorrows and the pains."

أَنتِ الشُّعورُ الحيُّ يزخَرُ دافقاً

أَنتِ الشُّعورُ الحيُّ يزخَرُ دافقاً

كالنَّارِ في روحِ الوُجُودِ النَّامي

كالنَّارِ في روحِ الوُجُودِ النَّامي

You are the living feeling that surges, pouring forth

Like fire in the soul of burgeoning existence

"You are the living Feeling, surging forth,"

Like fire in the spirit of growing existence,

And shapes the dreams of nature, so make

"Like fire within the growing spirit of All."

ويَصُوغُ أَحلامَ الطَّبيعَةِ فاجعلي

ويَصُوغُ أَحلامَ الطَّبيعَةِ فاجعلي

عُمُري نشيداً ساحرَ الأَنغامِ

عُمُري نشيداً ساحرَ الأَنغامِ

And shapes nature's dreams; so make

My life an enchanting song of melodies

"That shapes the dreams of Nature; so make now,"

My life a song of enchanting melodies,

And a fragrance that wafts with the rays and visions

"My life into an anthem of charmed tunes."

وشذًى يَضوعُ مع الأَشعَّةِ والرُّؤى

وشذًى يَضوعُ مع الأَشعَّةِ والرُّؤى

في معبدِ الحقِّ الجليلِ السَّامي

في معبدِ الحقِّ الجليلِ السَّامي

And a fragrance wafting with rays and visions

In the sublime temple of truth

"And scent that wafts with rays and visions bright,"

In the temple of majestic, sublime truth.

"Within the temple of Truth, sublime and high."