هَهُنا في خمائل الغابِ تَحْتَ الزَّا

هَهُنا في خمائل الغابِ تَحْتَ الزَّا

نِ والسِّنديان والزَّيتونِ

نِ والسِّنديان والزَّيتونِ

Here in the woodland thickets, beneath the beeches,

And the lindens and the olive trees

Here in the thickets of the forest, beneath the beech,

And the oaks and the olive trees,

You are more delightful than life and more splendid

The oak trees and the olive groves,

أَنتِ أَشهى من الحَيَاةِ وأَبهى

أَنتِ أَشهى من الحَيَاةِ وأَبهى

من جمالِ الطَّبيعَةِ الميمونِ

من جمالِ الطَّبيعَةِ الميمونِ

You are more desirable than life and more radiant

Than the beauty of auspicious nature

You are sweeter than life itself, and more radiant

Than nature's blessed beauty.

How exquisite is youth in your delicate body

Than the blessed beauty of nature.

مَا أَرقَّ الشَّبابَ في جسمِكِ الغَضِّ

مَا أَرقَّ الشَّبابَ في جسمِكِ الغَضِّ

وفي جيدكِ البديعِ الثَّمينِ

وفي جيدكِ البديعِ الثَّمينِ

How tender is youth in your supple body,

And your lovely precious forehead

How tender is youth in your fresh, soft frame,

And in your wondrous, precious neck!

And most beautiful in your languid eyelash

And in your exquisite, precious throat.

وأَدقَّ الجمالَ في طرفكِ السَّاهي

وأَدقَّ الجمالَ في طرفكِ السَّاهي

وفي ثغرِكِ الجميلِ الحَزينِ

وفي ثغرِكِ الجميلِ الحَزينِ

And how delicate is beauty in your wandering gaze,

And your pretty melancholy mouth

How fine is the beauty in your dreamy gaze,

And in your beautiful, sorrowful lips!

And sweetest of life when you sing

And in your lovely, sorrowful mouth.

وأَلذَّ الحَيَاةَ حينَ تغنِّي

وأَلذَّ الحَيَاةَ حينَ تغنِّي

نَ فأُصْغي لصوتِكِ المحزونِ

نَ فأُصْغي لصوتِكِ المحزونِ

And how delightful is life when you sing,

So I listen to your mournful voice

How delightful is life when you start to sing,

And I listen to your sorrowful voice,

And I see your beautiful soul like a fragrance

And I listen to your melancholy voice.

وأَرى روحكِ الجميلَةَ عِطراً

وأَرى روحكِ الجميلَةَ عِطراً

ضايعاً في حلاوةِ التَّلحينِ

ضايعاً في حلاوةِ التَّلحينِ

And see your beautiful soul as a perfume

Lost in the sweetness of the melody

And I see your beautiful spirit as a fragrance

Lost in the sweetness of melody.

You had sung a while ago in a

Lost within the sweetness of the tune.

قَدْ تَغَنَّيْتِ منذُ حينٍ بصوتٍ

قَدْ تَغَنَّيْتِ منذُ حينٍ بصوتٍ

ناعمٍ حالمٍ شجيٍّ حنونِ

ناعمٍ حالمٍ شجيٍّ حنونِ

You sang a little while ago, in a voice

Soft, dreamy, passionate, affectionate tone

You sang a while ago with a voice

Soft, dreamy, plaintive, tender,

A melody as sweet as life, profound

Smooth, dreamy, plaintive, and tender.

نغماً كالحَيَاةِ عذباً عميقاً

نغماً كالحَيَاةِ عذباً عميقاً

في حَنَانٍ ورقَّةٍ وحنينِ

في حَنَانٍ ورقَّةٍ وحنينِ

A melody like life, sweet and deep,

In tenderness, softness, and yearning

A melody like life itself, sweet and deep,

In tenderness and gentleness and longing;

So the universe became a piece of

Full of affection, softness, and yearning.

فإذا الكونُ قطعةٌ من نشيدٍ

فإذا الكونُ قطعةٌ من نشيدٍ

علويٍّ منغَّمٍ موزونِ

علويٍّ منغَّمٍ موزونِ

And suddenly the universe was a fragment of a hymn,

A celestial, rhythmic, melodious hymn

Until the universe became a fragment of a hymn,

Celestial, melodious, and measured.

To whom were you singing, she said

Celestial, harmonious, and measured.

فلِمَنْ كنتِ تنشدين فقالتْ

فلِمَنْ كنتِ تنشدين فقالتْ

للضياءِ البنفسجيِّ الحزينِ

للضياءِ البنفسجيِّ الحزينِ

To whom were you singing? And she said:

To the lilac glow, the mournful

"For whom were you singing?" I asked. She replied:

To the sorrowful violet light,

To the dripping mist, vanishing

"For the sad and violet light,"

للضَّبابِ المورّد المتلاشي

للضَّبابِ المورّد المتلاشي

كخيالاتِ حالمٍ مفتونِ

كخيالاتِ حالمٍ مفتونِ

To the rose-tinted mist dissolving

Like a dreamer's fantasies, infatuated

"For the rosy mist that fades away

Like the visions of a spellbound dreamer;

To the overlooking evening, the twilight glow

Like the visions of a charmed dreamer,"

للمساءِ المطلِّ للشَّفَقِ السَّا

للمساءِ المطلِّ للشَّفَقِ السَّا

جي لسِحْرِ الأَسى وسِحْرِ السُّكونِ

جي لسِحْرِ الأَسى وسِحْرِ السُّكونِ

To the approaching evening, to the hushed twilight,

To the magic of grief and the magic of tranquility

"For the overlooking evening, for the twilight deep,"

To the magic of sorrow and the magic of stillness;

To the scent that flutters in the horizon

"For the magic of sorrow and the magic of silence,"

للعبيرِ الَّذي يرفرفُ في الأفْ

للعبيرِ الَّذي يرفرفُ في الأفْ

قِ ويفنى مِثْلَ المنى في سكونِ

قِ ويفنى مِثْلَ المنى في سكونِ

To the fragrance fluttering on the horizon

And fades like wishes in stillness

"For the fragrance fluttering upon the horizon,"

And fading like wishes in stillness;

To the songs the shepherd repeats

"That vanishes like wishes in the quiet,"

للأغاني التي يُرَدِّدُها الرَّا

للأغاني التي يُرَدِّدُها الرَّا

عي بمزمارِهِ الصَّغيرِ الأَمينِ

عي بمزمارِهِ الصَّغيرِ الأَمينِ

To the songs repeated by the shepherd

On his small, loyal reed flute

"For the songs that are repeated by the shepherd"

With his small, faithful flute;

To the spring that kindles in the world

"Upon his small and faithful reed,"

للرَّبيعِ الَّذي يؤجِّجُ في الدُّ

للرَّبيعِ الَّذي يؤجِّجُ في الدُّ

نيا حياةَ الهَوَى وروحَ الحنينِ

نيا حياةَ الهَوَى وروحَ الحنينِ

To spring, which kindles in the world

The life of passion and the soul of yearning

"For the Spring that kindles within the world"

The life of love and the spirit of longing,

And inspires existence with magic, dreams

"The life of passion and the spirit of yearning,"

ويوشِّي الوُجُودَ بالسِّحْرِ والأَحلا

ويوشِّي الوُجُودَ بالسِّحْرِ والأَحلا

مِ والزَّهْرِ والشَّذى واللُّحونِ

مِ والزَّهْرِ والشَّذى واللُّحونِ

And adorns existence with magic and dreams,

Flowers, aroma, and colors

"And adorns existence with magic and with dreams,"

And flowers and fragrance and melodies;

To life that sings around me

"With flowers, and scents, and melodies,"

للحياةِ التي تغنِّي حوالَيَّ

للحياةِ التي تغنِّي حوالَيَّ

على السَّهْلِ والرُّبى والحُزُونِ

على السَّهْلِ والرُّبى والحُزُونِ

To life, which sings around me

On the plains, hills and valleys

"For the life that is singing all around me,"

Over the plain, the hills, and the rugged uplands;

To the springs, to the birds, to the shade

"Over the plain, the hills, and the rugged lands,"

للينابيعِ للعصافيرِ للظِّلِّ

للينابيعِ للعصافيرِ للظِّلِّ

لهذا الثَّرى لتلكَ الغُصونِ

لهذا الثَّرى لتلكَ الغُصونِ

To the springs, to the birds, to the shade,

To this soil, to those branches

"For the springs, for the birds, for the shade,"

To this earth, to those branches;

To the breeze that smears my dreams

"For this very earth, and for those boughs,"

للنَّسيمِ الَّذي يضمِّخُ أَحلا

للنَّسيمِ الَّذي يضمِّخُ أَحلا

مي بعِطْرِ الأَقاحِ واللَّيمونِ

مي بعِطْرِ الأَقاحِ واللَّيمونِ

To the breeze that perfumes the dreams

With the scent of citrus and lemon

"For the breeze that imbues my dreams"

Of mine with the scent of daisies and lemon;

To the beauty that overflows upon the world

"With the perfume of daisies and lemon,"

للجَمالِ الَّذي يفيضُ على الدُّ

للجَمالِ الَّذي يفيضُ على الدُّ

نيا لأشواقِ قلبيَ المشجونِ

نيا لأشواقِ قلبيَ المشجونِ

To the beauty overflowing upon the world,

To the longing of my troubled heart

"For the beauty overflowing upon the world,"

To the yearnings of my sorrowful heart;

To time that adorns my days

"For the yearnings of my grieving heart,"

للزَّمانِ الَّذي يوشِّحُ أَيَّا

للزَّمانِ الَّذي يوشِّحُ أَيَّا

مي بضَوءِ المنى وظلِّ الشُّجونِ

مي بضَوءِ المنى وظلِّ الشُّجونِ

To time, which drapes the days

With the light of wishes and the shade of sorrows

"For the time that drapes my days"

Of mine in the light of wishes and the shadow of sorrows;

To intoxicated youth, to dashed hopes

"In the light of desires and the shadow of grief,"

للشَّبابِ السَّكرانِ للأَمَلِ المع

للشَّبابِ السَّكرانِ للأَمَلِ المع

بود لليأْسِ للأَسى للمَنُونِ

بود لليأْسِ للأَسى للمَنُونِ

To drunken youth, to worshipped hope,

To despair, to grief, to the mortal

"For drunken youth, for worshiped hope,"

To despair, to sorrow, to death.

I sighed, then said while my heart

"For despair, for sorrow, and for doom."

فَتَنَهَّدْتُ ثمَّ قلتُ وقلبي

فَتَنَهَّدْتُ ثمَّ قلتُ وقلبي

مَنْ يغنِّيهِ مَنْ يُبيدُ شُجوني

مَنْ يغنِّيهِ مَنْ يُبيدُ شُجوني

Then I sighed and said: And my heart—

Who will sing it, who will dispel my sorrows?

I sighed then, and asked—while my heart

Who will sing to it? Who will dispel my sorrows?

Love, she said, then sang to my heart

Asked: "Who sings to it? Who will end my woe?"

قالتِ الحُبُّ ثمَّ غنَّتْ لقلبي

قالتِ الحُبُّ ثمَّ غنَّتْ لقلبي

قُبَلاً عبقريَّةَ التَّلحينِ

قُبَلاً عبقريَّةَ التَّلحينِ

She said: Love. Then she sang to my heart

The genius of the melody

She answered: "Love." Then she sang to my heart

Kisses of inspired melody,

Kisses taught my heart songs

Kisses of ingenious composition,

قُبَلاً علَّمتْ فؤادي الأغاني

قُبَلاً علَّمتْ فؤادي الأغاني

وأَنارتْ لهُ ظلامَ السِّنينِ

وأَنارتْ لهُ ظلامَ السِّنينِ

Kisses that taught my heart songs

And illuminated for it the darkness of years

Kisses that taught my heart how to sing,

And lit for it the darkness of the years,

Kisses, happiness and love dance

And illuminated for it the darkness of years.

قُبَلاً تَرقُصُ السَّعادَةُ والحبُّ

قُبَلاً تَرقُصُ السَّعادَةُ والحبُّ

على لحنِها العميقِ الرَّصينِ

على لحنِها العميقِ الرَّصينِ

Kisses—happiness and love dance

To its profound, solid rhythm

Kisses to whose deep and solemn rhythm

To their deep, stately melody.

And we woke up, so I said like the enchanted dreamer

Happiness and Love dance together.

وأَفَقْنا فقلتُ كالحالمِ المس

وأَفَقْنا فقلتُ كالحالمِ المس

حورِ قولي تَكَلَّمي خَبِّريني

حورِ قولي تَكَلَّمي خَبِّريني

And we awoke; I said, like a spellbound dreamer:

My words, speak, tell me

We awoke, and I said, like one charmed in a dream:

Say something, speak, tell me:

What enchanted world, what vision

"Speak! Talk to me! Tell me!"

أَيُّ دُنيا مسحورةٍ أَيُّ رؤيا

أَيُّ دُنيا مسحورةٍ أَيُّ رؤيا

طالَعَتْني في ضوءِ هذا العيونِ

طالَعَتْني في ضوءِ هذا العيونِ

What enchanted world, what vision

Shone on me in the light of these eyes?

"What enchanted world, what vision is this"

Appeared to me in the light of these eyes?

Hosts of angels from the Most High

"That rose before me in the light of these eyes?"

زُمَرٌ من ملائكِ الملأ الأع

زُمَرٌ من ملائكِ الملأ الأع

لى يُغنُّونَ في حُنُوٍّ حَنُونِ

لى يُغنُّونَ في حُنُوٍّ حَنُونِ

Bands of angels of the highest assembly

Sing in affectionate tenderness

"Throngs of angels from the highest hosts"

Singing with tender compassion,

And dancing maidens exchange

"Singing with a tenderness most tender,"

وصبايا رواقصٌ يتراشقْ

وصبايا رواقصٌ يتراشقْ

نَ بزهرِ التُّفَّاحِ والياسَمينِ

نَ بزهرِ التُّفَّاحِ والياسَمينِ

And dancing maidens pelting one another

Apple blossoms and jasmine

"And dancing maidens pelting one another"

With apple blossoms and jasmine,

In a misty, dreamy, lucid space

"With apple blossoms and jasmine flowers,"

في فضاءٍ موَرَّدٍ حالمٍ سَا

في فضاءٍ موَرَّدٍ حالمٍ سَا

هٍ أَطافتْ بهِ عَذارى الفُنونِ

هٍ أَطافتْ بهِ عَذارى الفُنونِ

In a rose-tinted, dreamy, distracted expanse

Surrounded by the muses

"In a rosy, dreamy, wistful expanse,"

Encircled by the maidens of the arts,

And a hell raging under paradises

"Encircled by the virgin muses of Art,"

وجحيمٍ تَؤُجُّ تَحْتَ فَرادِي

وجحيمٍ تَؤُجُّ تَحْتَ فَرادِي

سَ كأَحلامِ شاعرٍ مجنونِ

سَ كأَحلامِ شاعرٍ مجنونِ

And a hell blazing beneath paradises,

Like a mad poet's dreams

"And a hell blazing beneath paradises"

Like the dreams of a mad poet!

What fermented, fiery wine, intoxicating

"Like the dreams of a mad poet."

أَيُّ خمرٍ مُؤَجَّجٍ ولهيبٍ

أَيُّ خمرٍ مُؤَجَّجٍ ولهيبٍ

مُسكرٍ أَيُّ نشوَةٍ وجنونِ

مُسكرٍ أَيُّ نشوَةٍ وجنونِ

What fiery wine, and what flame,

What rapture and madness?

"What kindled wine and intoxicating flame!"

Intoxicating—what rapture and madness!

What wine did I sip, what fire

"What ecstasy and what madness!"

أَيُّ خمرٍ رشفتُ بل أَيُّ نارٍ

أَيُّ خمرٍ رشفتُ بل أَيُّ نارٍ

في شفاهٍ بديعَةِ التَّكوينِ

في شفاهٍ بديعَةِ التَّكوينِ

What wine have I sipped—no, what fire,

Was in those beautifully formed lips?

"What wine have I sipped, nay, what fire"

In lips of wondrous form,

And life echoed it in the flame of magic

"From lips of such exquisite form,"

وَرَّدتْها الحَيَاةُ في لَهَبِ السِّح

وَرَّدتْها الحَيَاةُ في لَهَبِ السِّح

رِ ونُور الهَوَى وظلِّ الشُّجونِ

رِ ونُور الهَوَى وظلِّ الشُّجونِ

Made rosy by life in the flame of magic,

The light of passion and the shade of sorrows

"Which Life has flushed in the flame of magic,"

And the light of love and the shadow of sorrows?

What sacred sin did we wear

"The light of passion, and the shadow of grief."

أَيُّ إثْمٍ مقدَّسٍ قَدْ لبسنا

أَيُّ إثْمٍ مقدَّسٍ قَدْ لبسنا

بُرْدَهُ في مسائنا الميمونِ

بُرْدَهُ في مسائنا الميمونِ

What sacred sin have we donned

Its cloak in our blessed evenings?

"What holy sin is this, whose cloak we donned"

The cloak of, in our blessed evening?

A charming, captivating smile appeared

"In this, our blessed evening?"

فَبَدَا طيفُ بسمةٍ سَاحِرٌ عَذْ

فَبَدَا طيفُ بسمةٍ سَاحِرٌ عَذْ

بٌ على ثَغرِها قوِيُّ الفتونِ

بٌ على ثَغرِها قوِيُّ الفتونِ

Then a sweet, enchanting trace of a smile appeared

Strong in its seduction, on her mouth

Then a trace of a smile appeared, charming and sweet,

Upon her lips, potent in its allure.

And she answered, all charm, enchanting

Upon her lips, compelling in its allure.

وأَجابتْ وكلّها فتنةٌ تُغ

وأَجابتْ وكلّها فتنةٌ تُغ

وي وتُغري بالحبِّ بلْ بالجنونِ

وي وتُغري بالحبِّ بلْ بالجنونِ

And she answered, all of her an allure that seduces

And tempting with love and even madness:

She answered—her whole being a seductive charm

And tempts to love—no, to madness:

You are ever a dreamer, so ask the night

Tempting to love, nay, to madness:

أَبداً أَنْتَ حالمٌ فاسألِ اللَّيْ

أَبداً أَنْتَ حالمٌ فاسألِ اللَّيْ

لَ فعندَ الظَّلامِ عِلْمُ اليقينِ

لَ فعندَ الظَّلامِ عِلْمُ اليقينِ

You are forever a dreamer; ask the night,

For with darkness comes certain knowledge

"You are forever a dreamer! Ask the Night,"

For darkness holds certain knowledge.

We were silenced, and love warbled in the woods

"For Darkness holds the certain truth."

وسكتنا وغرَّدَ الحبُّ في الغا

وسكتنا وغرَّدَ الحبُّ في الغا

بِ فأصغى حتَّى حَفيفُ الغُصونِ

بِ فأصغى حتَّى حَفيفُ الغُصونِ

We fell silent, and love sang in the woodland;

Listening even to the rustling branches

We fell silent, and Love sang out in the woods,

Even the rustling of the branches listened.

And the night and spring built around us

And even the rustling branches listened.

وبنى اللَّيلُ والرَّبيعُ حوالي

وبنى اللَّيلُ والرَّبيعُ حوالي

نا من السِّحْرِ والرُّؤى والسُّكُونِ

نا من السِّحْرِ والرُّؤى والسُّكُونِ

And night and spring built around

Of magic, visions and tranquility

And Night and Spring constructed all around us,

Us, from magic, visions, and stillness,

A temple of beauty and love, poetically

Out of magic, visions, and stillness,

معبداً للجمالِ والحبِّ شِعْرِيًّا

معبداً للجمالِ والحبِّ شِعْرِيًّا

مَشيداً على فِجاجِ السِّنينِ

مَشيداً على فِجاجِ السِّنينِ

A poetic temple to beauty and love,

Built on the ridges of years

A poetic temple for Beauty and for Love,

Raised upon the mountain passes of the years.

Under it time swarms and flows

Built upon the broad valleys of the years.

تَحْتَهُ يزخرُ الزَّمانُ ويجري

تَحْتَهُ يزخرُ الزَّمانُ ويجري

صامتاً في مَسيلهِ المحزونِ

صامتاً في مَسيلهِ المحزونِ

Beneath it, time surges and flows,

Silently in its mournful conduit

Beneath it, Time swells and flows along,

Silent in its sorrowful course,

And days, sorrow and death pass

Silent in its melancholy course,

وتمرُّ الأَيَّامُ والحُزْنُ والمو

وتمرُّ الأَيَّامُ والحُزْنُ والمو

تُ بعيداً عن ظلِّهِ المأمونِ

تُ بعيداً عن ظلِّهِ المأمونِ

And days and grief and death pass

Far from its safe shade

While days, and sorrow, and death pass by,

Far from its safe shade.

A magic temple, its incense the flowers

Far away from its protected shade.

معبداً ساحراً مباخِرُهُ الزَّه

معبداً ساحراً مباخِرُهُ الزَّه

رُ على الصَّخرِ والثَّرى والغُصونِ

رُ على الصَّخرِ والثَّرى والغُصونِ

An enchanting temple, whose censers are flowers

On the rocks, earth and branches

An enchanting temple whose censers are the flowers

On the rocks, the earth, and the branches;

Every blossom diffusing from it a fragrance

Upon the rocks, the soil, and the boughs.

كلُّ زهرٍ يَضُوعُ منهُ أَريجٌ

كلُّ زهرٍ يَضُوعُ منهُ أَريجٌ

من بخُورِ الرَّبيعِ جَمُّ الفُتونِ

من بخُورِ الرَّبيعِ جَمُّ الفُتونِ

Each blossom gives off a fragrance

Of the heavy incense of spring

Every flower diffuses a fragrance there,

Of spring's incense, rich in enchantment.

And the stars in it are candles

From the incense of Spring, abundant in charms.

ونجومُ السَّماءِ فيهِ شموعٌ

ونجومُ السَّماءِ فيهِ شموعٌ

أَوْقَدَتْها للحُبِّ روحُ القُرونِ

أَوْقَدَتْها للحُبِّ روحُ القُرونِ

And the stars of heaven within it are candles

Lit for love by the spirit of generations

And the stars of the sky are candles within it,

Lit for love by the spirit of the centuries.

And a breeze whispered, tempting the woods

Lit for Love by the spirit of the ages.

ومضتْ نسْمةٌ تُوَسْوِسُ للغا

ومضتْ نسْمةٌ تُوَسْوِسُ للغا

بِ وتشدو في عمقِ ذاكَ السُّكونِ

بِ وتشدو في عمقِ ذاكَ السُّكونِ

A breeze passed, whispering to the woodland

And chanted in the depth of that stillness

A breeze passed by, whispering to the woods,

And singing in the depths of that stillness.

And magic and passion inundated my heart

And singing in the depths of that silence.

وطغى السِّحْرُ والغرامُ بقلبي

وطغى السِّحْرُ والغرامُ بقلبي

فتوسَّلْتُ ضارعاً بجفوني

فتوسَّلْتُ ضارعاً بجفوني

Magic and passion surged within my heart,

So I pleaded desperately with my eyelids

Magic and passion overwhelmed my heart,

And I pleaded, beseechingly, with my eyelids:

Purify, O soul mate, your mouth

So I pleaded, beseeching with my eyes:

طهِّري يا شقيقَةَ الرُّوحِ ثَغري

طهِّري يا شقيقَةَ الرُّوحِ ثَغري

بلهيبِ الحَيَاةِ بلْ قَبِّليني

بلهيبِ الحَيَاةِ بلْ قَبِّليني

Purify my lips, O twin of my soul,

With the flame of life - kiss me

"Purify my mouth, O sister of my soul,"

With life's flame—rather, kiss me.

For the fire of life and the abundant nectar

"With the flame of life—nay, kiss me!"

إنَّ نارَ الحَيَاةِ والكوثرَ المن

إنَّ نارَ الحَيَاةِ والكوثرَ المن

شودَ في ثغرِكِ الشَّهيِّ الحزينِ

شودَ في ثغرِكِ الشَّهيِّ الحزينِ

Indeed, life's fire and the longed-for Kawthar

Chanted in your lovely mournful mouth

"For the fire of life and the sought-after Nectar"

Are in your delectable, sorrowful lips.

It is a magic chalice of the nectar

"Lie in your delicious, sorrowful mouth,"

فهو كأسٌ سِحْرِيَّةٌ لرحيقِ ال

فهو كأسٌ سِحْرِيَّةٌ لرحيقِ ال

خُلْدِ قَدْ صاغَها إلهُ الفنونِ

خُلْدِ قَدْ صاغَها إلهُ الفنونِ

For they are a magical cup for the nectar of

Of immortality, wrought by the god of muses

"It is a magical cup for the nectar of Eternity,"

Immortality, fashioned by the god of the arts.

Kiss me and intoxicate my content mouth

"Fashioned by the God of the Arts,"

قبِّليني وأَسْكِري ثغريَ الصَّا

قبِّليني وأَسْكِري ثغريَ الصَّا

دي وقلبي وفِتنتي وجنوني

دي وقلبي وفِتنتي وجنوني

Kiss me, and intoxicate my thirsty lips,

And heart and charm and madness

"Kiss me, and intoxicate my thirsty lips,"

And my heart, my enchantment, and my madness,

Let me be able to sing

"My heart, my passion, and my madness,"

علَّني أَستطيعُ أَنْ أَتغنَّى

علَّني أَستطيعُ أَنْ أَتغنَّى

لجمالِ الدُّجى بوحيِ العُيونِ

لجمالِ الدُّجى بوحيِ العُيونِ

Perhaps I may be able to sing

The beauty of dusk by the inspiration of eyes

"That I might be able to sing"

To the beauty of night, inspired by eyes.

Ah, how beautiful is darkness, how strong

"To the beauty of the dark, inspired by eyes."

آه مَا أَجملَ الظَّلامَ وأَقوى

آه مَا أَجملَ الظَّلامَ وأَقوى

وحيَهُ في فؤاديَ المفتونِ

وحيَهُ في فؤاديَ المفتونِ

Ah, how beautiful the darkness, how powerful

Its inspiration in my infatuated heart

"Ah, how beautiful is the Darkness, and how strong"

Its inspiration in my spellbound heart!

Look at the night, it is the raiment of dreams

"Is its inspiration in my enchanted heart!"

انظري اللَّيلَ فهو حلَّة الأَح

انظري اللَّيلَ فهو حلَّة الأَح

لامِ يمشي على الذُّرى والحُزُونِ

لامِ يمشي على الذُّرى والحُزُونِ

Look at the night: it is a robe of dreams,

Walking on the earth and sorrows

"Behold the Night—it is the raiment of dreams"

Walking over the peaks and rugged uplands.

And listen to the woods, it is the lyre of the universe

"Walking upon the peaks and the rugged lands,"

واسمعي الغابَ فهو قيثارَةُ الكو

واسمعي الغابَ فهو قيثارَةُ الكو

نِ تغنِّي لحبّنا الميمونِ

نِ تغنِّي لحبّنا الميمونِ

And listen to the woodland: it is the universe's lyre,

Singing to our blessed love

"And listen to the forest—it is the lyre of the cosmos,"

Singing to our blessed love.

The magic of mist, night and woods

"Singing for our blessed love,"

إنَّ سِحْرَ الضَّبابِ واللَّيلِ والغا

إنَّ سِحْرَ الضَّبابِ واللَّيلِ والغا

بِ بعيدُ المدى قويُّ الفُتونِ

بِ بعيدُ المدى قويُّ الفُتونِ

Indeed, the magic of mist and night and woodland

Is far-reaching, strongly tempting

"The magic of the mist, the night, and the woods"

Is far-reaching, mighty in its enchantment;

And the beauty of darkness exudes with dreams

"Is vast in reach and powerful in charm,"

وجمالَ الظَّلامِ يعبقُ بالأَح

وجمالَ الظَّلامِ يعبقُ بالأَح

لامِ والحُبِّ فابْسِمِي والثُمِيني

لامِ والحُبِّ فابْسِمِي والثُمِيني

And the beauty of darkness is fragrant with dreams

And love, so smile and kiss me

"And the beauty of the dark is fragrant with dreams"

And love—so smile and kiss me.

Ah, how delicious is love, how sweet

"And with love—so smile, and kiss me!"

آهِ مَا أَعذبَ الغَرامَ وأَحلى

آهِ مَا أَعذبَ الغَرامَ وأَحلى

رنَّةَ اللَّثْمِ في خُشوعِ السُّكونِ

رنَّةَ اللَّثْمِ في خُشوعِ السُّكونِ

Ah, how sweet is passion, how lovely

The thrill of the kiss in the humility of stillness

Ah, how sweet is passion, and how delightful

The sound of kissing in the reverence of stillness!

And we got drunk there in the world of dreams

Is the sound of a kiss in the reverence of silence.

وسَكِرْنا هناكَ في عالمِ الأَح

وسَكِرْنا هناكَ في عالمِ الأَح

لامِ تَحْتَ السَّماءِ تَحْتَ الغصونِ

لامِ تَحْتَ السَّماءِ تَحْتَ الغصونِ

And there we grew intoxicated in the world of dreams,

Under the sky, under the branches

And there we became drunk in the world of dreams,

Beneath the sky, beneath the branches.

And existence concealed itself from us, with all

Beneath the sky, beneath the boughs,

وتوارى الوُجُودُ عنَّا بما في

وتوارى الوُجُودُ عنَّا بما في

هِ وغبنا في عالمٍ مفتونِ

هِ وغبنا في عالمٍ مفتونِ

Existence vanished from us, with all that was in

In it, and we were lost in an infatuated world

And existence, with all it holds, vanished from us,

It, and we vanished into a spellbound world.

And forgot life and death and stillness

As we faded into an enchanted realm,

ونسينا الحياة والموتَ والسُّكو

ونسينا الحياة والموتَ والسُّكو

نَ وما فيهِ مِنْ مُنًى ومَنُونِ

نَ وما فيهِ مِنْ مُنًى ومَنُونِ

And we forgot life and death and stillness,

And what it contains of demise and mortality

And we forgot life, and death, and silence,

And all the wishes and doom it holds.

And all they hold of wishes and of doom.