قَدَّْسَ اللهُ ذِكْرَهُ مِنْ صَبَاحٍ

قَدَّْسَ اللهُ ذِكْرَهُ مِنْ صَبَاحٍ

ساحرٍ في ظِلالِ غابٍ جميلِ

ساحرٍ في ظِلالِ غابٍ جميلِ

May God hallow the memory of that morning,

God sanctified his memory one charming morning

May God sanctify the memory of that morning,

enchanting, in the shade of a lovely forest.

In the shades of a beautiful forest

Enchanting within the shadows of a lovely grove,

كانَ فيه النَّسيمُ يرقُصُ سَكْراناً

كانَ فيه النَّسيمُ يرقُصُ سَكْراناً

على الوردِ والنَّباتِ البَليلِ

على الوردِ والنَّباتِ البَليلِ

There the breeze danced drunkenly

Where the breeze danced intoxicated

Where the breeze danced in a drunken sway,

over the roses and the dew-moistened plants.

On the roses and frail plants

Upon the roses and the dew-kissed fern,

وضَبابُ الجبالِ يَنْسابُ في رفقٍ

وضَبابُ الجبالِ يَنْسابُ في رفقٍ

بديعٍ على مُروج السُّهولِ

بديعٍ على مُروج السُّهولِ

And mountain mist flowed with a gentleness

And the mist of mountains flowed gently

And the mountain mist flowed with gentle grace,

wondrous, over the meadows of the plains.

In wonderful ease on the meadows of plains

Wondrously over the meadows of the plains,

وأَغاني الرُّعاةِ تخفُقُ في الأَغوارِ

وأَغاني الرُّعاةِ تخفُقُ في الأَغوارِ

والسَّهْلِ والرُّبى والتُّلولِ

والسَّهْلِ والرُّبى والتُّلولِ

And the shepherds' songs fluttered in the hollows,

And songs of shepherds fluttered in the valleys,

And shepherds' songs drifted through the deep ravines,

and the plain, the uplands, and the hills.

On the flatlands, hillsides, and hillocks

Across the flatlands, the hillocks, and the knolls,

ورحابُ الفضاءِ تعبُقُ بالأَلحانِ

ورحابُ الفضاءِ تعبُقُ بالأَلحانِ

والعِطْرِ والضِّياءِ الجَميلِ

والعِطْرِ والضِّياءِ الجَميلِ

And the expanses of the air were fragrant with melodies,

And the expanse of space was fragrant with melodies,

While the vastness of space was fragrant with melodies,

and perfume and lovely light.

Scents and beautiful light

With perfume, and with beautiful light,

والملاكُ الجميلُ مَا بَيْنَ ريحانٍ

والملاكُ الجميلُ مَا بَيْنَ ريحانٍ

وعُشْبٍ وسِنديانٍ ظَليلِ

وعُشْبٍ وسِنديانٍ ظَليلِ

And the lovely angel, amid basil

And the beautiful angel amidst basil,

And the beautiful angel, amidst the basil,

and grass and shady oaks,

Grasses and shaded lote trees

The grass, and the shady oak trees,

يتغنَّى مع العَصافيرِ في الغابِ

يتغنَّى مع العَصافيرِ في الغابِ

ويرنو إلى الضَّبابِ الكَسُولِ

ويرنو إلى الضَّبابِ الكَسُولِ

sang with the sparrows in the forest

Sang with the birds in the forest

Was singing along with the birds of the wood,

and gazed at the languid mist.

And gazed at the lazy mist

And gazing toward the lazy, drifting mist,

وشعورُ الملاكِ ترقُصُ بالأَزهارِ

وشعورُ الملاكِ ترقُصُ بالأَزهارِ

والضوءِ والنَّسيمِ العَليلِ

والضوءِ والنَّسيمِ العَليلِ

And the angel's tresses danced with blossoms,

And the angel's hair danced with the flowers

While the angel's hair danced with the blossoms,

and light and the gentle breeze.

The light and gentle breeze

With the light, and the gentle breeze,

حُلُمٌ ساحرٌ به حَلُمَ الغابُ

حُلُمٌ ساحرٌ به حَلُمَ الغابُ

فَوَاهاً لحُلْمِهِ المَعْسولِ

فَوَاهاً لحُلْمِهِ المَعْسولِ

An enchanting dream the forest dreamed—

A magic dream wherein the forest dreamed

An enchanting dream the forest had dreamt,

ah, for its honey-sweet dream!

Alas for its sweet dream

Oh, how sweet was its honeyed dream!

مِثْلُ رؤيا تَلوحُ للشَّاعرِ الفنَّانِ

مِثْلُ رؤيا تَلوحُ للشَّاعرِ الفنَّانِ

في نشوَةِ الخيالِ الجَليلِ

في نشوَةِ الخيالِ الجَليلِ

Like a vision appearing to the poet-artist

Like a vision that appears to the talented poet

Like a vision appearing to the artist-poet,

in the rapture of sublime imagination.

In the thrill of a fertile imagination

In the ecstasy of majestic imagination,

قَدْ تَمَلَّيْتُ سحرَهُ في أناةٍ

قَدْ تَمَلَّيْتُ سحرَهُ في أناةٍ

وحنانٍ ولَذَّةٍ وذُهولِ

وحنانٍ ولَذَّةٍ وذُهولِ

I savored its enchantment at leisure,

I savored its magic in gentleness,

I contemplated its magic with patience,

with tenderness, delight, and wonder.

Tenderness, pleasure and awe

With tenderness, pleasure, and awe,

ثُمَّ ناديتُ حينما طفحَ السِّحْرُ

ثُمَّ ناديتُ حينما طفحَ السِّحْرُ

بأَرجاءِ قلبيَ المبتولِ

بأَرجاءِ قلبيَ المبتولِ

Then I called out when enchantment overflowed

Then I called out when the magic overflowed

Then I called out, when the magic overflowed,

through the reaches of my secluded heart:

In every space of my infatuated heart

Through the corners of my devoted heart:

يا شُعورٌ تميدُ في الغابِ بالرَّ

يا شُعورٌ تميدُ في الغابِ بالرَّ

يحانِ والنّورِ والنَّسيمِ البَليلِ

يحانِ والنّورِ والنَّسيمِ البَليلِ

O tresses, swaying in the forest amid

O feeling floating in the forest amidst

"O tresses that sway in the forest with basil,"

basil, light, and the dew-laden breeze,

Basil, light and gentle breeze

"With light, and the moist, fresh breeze,"

كَبِّليني بهاتِهِ الخِصَلِ المرخَاةِ

كَبِّليني بهاتِهِ الخِصَلِ المرخَاةِ

في فتنَةِ الدَّلالِ المَلُولِ

في فتنَةِ الدَّلالِ المَلُولِ

fetter me with these loosely hanging locks,

Bind me with these tresses let loose

"Shackle me with these loosened locks,"

in the spell of weary coquetry.

In the seduction of the soft coercion

"In the charm of languid coquetry,"

كبِّلي يا سَلاسلَ الحبِّ أفكا

كبِّلي يا سَلاسلَ الحبِّ أفكا

ري وأحلامَ قلبيَ الضَّلِّيلِ

ري وأحلامَ قلبيَ الضَّلِّيلِ

Fetter, O chains of love, my thoughts

Bind me o shackles of love, my thoughts

"Fetter, O chains of love, my thoughts,"

and the dreams of my wayward heart.

And dreams of my straying heart

"And the dreams of my wayward heart,"

كبِّليني بكلِّ مَا فيكِ من عِطْرٍ

كبِّليني بكلِّ مَا فيكِ من عِطْرٍ

وسحرٍ مُقَدَّسٍ مَجْهولِ

وسحرٍ مُقَدَّسٍ مَجْهولِ

Fetter me with all the perfume within you,

Bind me with all the scent in you

"Bind me with all that you hold of perfume,"

and sacred, unknown enchantment.

And magic holiness unknown

"And of magic, sacred and unknown,"

كبِّليني فإنَّما يُصْبِحُ الفنَّان

كبِّليني فإنَّما يُصْبِحُ الفنَّان

حرًّا في مِثْلِ هذي الكُبولِ

حرًّا في مِثْلِ هذي الكُبولِ

Fetter me, for the artist becomes

Bind me for the artist becomes free

"Bind me, for truly the artist becomes"

free only in fetters such as these.

In the likes of such shackles

"Truly free within fetters like these."

ليت شعري كم بَيْنَ أمواجِكِ السُّو

ليت شعري كم بَيْنَ أمواجِكِ السُّو

دِ وطيَّاتِ ليلِكِ المسدولِ

دِ وطيَّاتِ ليلِكِ المسدولِ

I wonder how many lie amid your black waves

I wonder between your waves of bliss

I wonder how many, amidst your black waves

and the folds of your trailing night:

And the folds of your mysterious night

And the folds of your cascading night,

مِنْ غرامٍ مذَهَّبِ التَّاجِ ميْتٍ

مِنْ غرامٍ مذَهَّبِ التَّاجِ ميْتٍ

وفؤادٍ مصفَّدٍ مغلولِ

وفؤادٍ مصفَّدٍ مغلولِ

dead loves with gilded crowns,

How much passion crested with crown perished

Lie of dead loves that once wore gilded crowns,

and shackled, fettered hearts,

And hearts in chains and fettered

And hearts that are fettered and bound,

وزهورٍ من الأَمانيِّ تذوي

وزهورٍ من الأَمانيِّ تذوي

في شُحُوبٍ وخيبةٍ وخمولِ

في شُحُوبٍ وخيبةٍ وخمولِ

and flowers of wishes, withering

And flowers of wishes melted

And flowers of wishes, withering away

in pallor, disappointment, and languor.

In pallor, disappointment and languor

In pallor, in failure, and gloom.

أنتِ لا تعلمين واللَّيْلُ لا يعلَمُ

أنتِ لا تعلمين واللَّيْلُ لا يعلَمُ

كم في ظلامِهِ مِنْ قَتيلِ

كم في ظلامِهِ مِنْ قَتيلِ

You do not know, nor does the night know

You know not and nor does the night know

You do not know, and the night does not know,

how many lie slain within its darkness.

How many were killed in its darkness

How many slain lie deep in its dark.

أَنتِ أُرْجوحَةُ النَّسيمِ فميلي

أَنتِ أُرْجوحَةُ النَّسيمِ فميلي

بالنَّسيمِ السَّعيدِ كلَّ مَمِيلِ

بالنَّسيمِ السَّعيدِ كلَّ مَمِيلِ

You are the breeze's swing, so sway

You are the swing of the breeze so sway me

You are the swing of the breeze, so sway

with the happy breeze in every direction.

With the happy breeze however it sways

With the happy breeze, in every way.

ودَعي الشَّمسَ والسَّماءَ تُسَوِّي

ودَعي الشَّمسَ والسَّماءَ تُسَوِّي

لكِ تاجاً من الضِّياءِ الجميلِ

لكِ تاجاً من الضِّياءِ الجميلِ

And let the sun and sky fashion

Let the sun and sky make you

And let the sun and the heavens fashion

for you a crown of lovely light.

A crown of beautiful light

A crown for you of beautiful light.

ودَعي مُزْهِرَ الغُصُونِ يُغَشِّي

ودَعي مُزْهِرَ الغُصُونِ يُغَشِّي

كِ بأَوراقِ وَردهِ المطلولِ

كِ بأَوراقِ وَردهِ المطلولِ

And let the blossoming boughs cover

And let the blossoms of branches cover you

And let the blossoming boughs enshroud

you with the petals of their dew-wet roses.

With their loose rose petals

Your form with petals of dew-kissed rose.

للشُّعاعِ الجميلِ أنتِ وللأنسا

للشُّعاعِ الجميلِ أنتِ وللأنسا

مِ والزَّهر فالْعَبي وأَطيلي

مِ والزَّهر فالْعَبي وأَطيلي

You belong to the lovely rays and to the breezes

You belong to the beautiful ray, to human

You belong to the beautiful beam and the breeze,

and the flowers: play, and prolong your play.

And to flowers so play and lengthen

And the flower—so play, and linger long!

يا عروسَ الجبالِ يا وردَةَ الآ

يا عروسَ الجبالِ يا وردَةَ الآ

مالِ يا فتنةَ الوُجُودِ الجليلِ

مالِ يا فتنةَ الوُجُودِ الجليلِ

O bride of the mountains, O rose of hopes,

O bride of mountains, o rose of hopes

O bride of the mountains, O rose of our hopes,

O enchantment of sublime existence!

O seduction of great beauty

O charm of existence, majestic and grand!

ليتني كنتُ زَهْرَةً تتثنَّى

ليتني كنتُ زَهْرَةً تتثنَّى

بَيْنَ طيَّاتِ شَعْرِكِ المصقولِ

بَيْنَ طيَّاتِ شَعْرِكِ المصقولِ

Would that I were a flower swaying

Would that I were a flower bending

Would that I were a flower swaying

among the folds of your lustrous hair;

Between the curls of your braided hair

Amidst the folds of your silken hair,

أَو فَراشاً أَحومُ حولكِ مسحوراً

أَو فَراشاً أَحومُ حولكِ مسحوراً

غريقاً في نشوتي وذُهُولي

غريقاً في نشوتي وذُهُولي

or a butterfly, circling you spellbound,

Or a butterfly hovering around you spellbound

Or a butterfly hovering, enchanted by you,

drowned in my rapture and wonder;

Drowning in my rapture and awe

Drowned in my rapture and in my awe.

أَو غصوناً أَحنو عليكِ بأَوراقي

أَو غصوناً أَحنو عليكِ بأَوراقي

حُنُوَّ المدَلَّهِ المتبولِ

حُنُوَّ المدَلَّهِ المتبولِ

or boughs, bending over you with my leaves,

Or branches leaning over you with my leaves

Or branches bending to shelter your frame,

with the tenderness of one love-crazed and love-worn;

In the bend of the withered bough

With the tenderness of a lovesick soul,

أَو نسيماً أَضمُّ صدركِ في رِفقٍ

أَو نسيماً أَضمُّ صدركِ في رِفقٍ

إلى صدريَ الخفوقِ النَّحيلِ

إلى صدريَ الخفوقِ النَّحيلِ

or a breeze, gently clasping your breast

Or a breeze pressing your chest to mine gently

Or a breeze to embrace your breast with care,

to my slender, throbbing breast.

Again My fluttering slender chest

Against my beating, fragile chest.

آهِ كم يُسْعِدُ الجمالُ ويُشْقي

آهِ كم يُسْعِدُ الجمالُ ويُشْقي

مِنْ قلوبٍ شِعْرِيَّةٍ وعقولِ

مِنْ قلوبٍ شِعْرِيَّةٍ وعقولِ

Ah, how beauty gladdens and torments

Alas how happiness gladdens and pains

Ah, how Beauty brings joy and despair

so many poetic hearts and minds!

The poetic hearts and minds

To poetic hearts and to reasoning minds.