بِحُمْرةِ وجْهٍ لِذاكَ الهِلالِ

بِحُمْرةِ وجْهٍ لِذاكَ الهِلالِ

وفَتْرَةِ مُقْلَةِ ذاكَ الغَزالِ

وفَتْرَةِ مُقْلَةِ ذاكَ الغَزالِ

By the blush upon that crescent's face,

With the redness of that crescent's face

and the languor of that gazelle's eye,

And the weakness of that gazelle's eyelashes

صِلِ اليَوْمَ بِالأَمْسِ إِنّي أَرى

صِلِ اليَوْمَ بِالأَمْسِ إِنّي أَرى

لَهُ بِالسَّعودِ وجوهَ اتِّصالِ

لَهُ بِالسَّعودِ وجوهَ اتِّصالِ

join today to yesterday, for I see

Unite today with yesterday, for I see

its ties with the auspicious stars.

For it, with good fortune, aspects of connection

هَواءٌ صَفا وهَوى مِثْلُهُ

هَواءٌ صَفا وهَوى مِثْلُهُ

كَخَمْرِ دَلالٍ وماءٍ زُلالِ

كَخَمْرِ دَلالٍ وماءٍ زُلالِ

Clear air, and love as clear,

An air, clear, and a love like it

like the wine of coquetry and limpid water.

Like the wine of grapes and water of streams

وغَيْمٍ تَوَهُّمُهُ كَالنَّوى

وغَيْمٍ تَوَهُّمُهُ كَالنَّوى

وصَحْوٍ حَقيقتُهُ كَالمُحالِ

وصَحْوٍ حَقيقتُهُ كَالمُحالِ

And clouds, the thought of which is like parting,

And clouds whose fancy is like spearmint

and clear skies whose reality seems impossible.

And wakefulness whose reality is impossible

ومِثْلَ اليَواقيتِ زَهْرُ الرُّبى

ومِثْلَ اليَواقيتِ زَهْرُ الرُّبى

وقَطْرُ النَّدى بَيْنَها كاللآلِ

وقَطْرُ النَّدى بَيْنَها كاللآلِ

And the blossoms on the hills are like rubies,

And like gems, the blossoms of sweet basil

and dewdrops among them are like pearls.

And drops of dew between them like pearls

إِذا ما دَنَتْ شَمْسُهُ للذُّبو

إِذا ما دَنَتْ شَمْسُهُ للذُّبو

ل أَشْرَقَ نُوّارُهُ كالذُّبالِ

ل أَشْرَقَ نُوّارُهُ كالذُّبالِ

When its sun draws near to fading,

When its sun approaches to shine

its blossoms shine like lamp-wicks.

Its lights radiate like wolfsbane

وذا الدَّيْرُ تَسْعى بِغُزْلانِهِ

وذا الدَّيْرُ تَسْعى بِغُزْلانِهِ

شَعانينُهُ في صُنوفِ الجَمالِ

شَعانينُهُ في صُنوفِ الجَمالِ

And this monastery—forth with its gazelles go

And this monastery strives with its gazelles

its Palm Sunday festivities, in every form of beauty.

Its tree branches in types of beauty

وصَفْراءُ بائِعُها خاسِرٌ

وصَفْراءُ بائِعُها خاسِرٌ

ولو حازَ عَن قَدَحٍ بَيْتَ مالِ

ولو حازَ عَن قَدَحٍ بَيْتَ مالِ

And golden wine, whose seller loses,

And its blonde seller is at a loss

even if he gains a treasury for a cup.

Even if he obtained from a goblet a public treasury

أيا بامخايالَ أَفْدي ثَراكَ

أيا بامخايالَ أَفْدي ثَراكَ

بِنَفْسي ومالي وعَمّي وخالي

بِنَفْسي ومالي وعَمّي وخالي

O Bamkhayal, I would ransom your soil

Oh he who is proud of his imagination ransom me

with my life, my wealth, my paternal uncle and my maternal uncle.

With my soul, wealth, uncle and aunt

فَكَمْ سَكْرَةٍ ليَ قَبْلَ الأَذا

فَكَمْ سَكْرَةٍ ليَ قَبْلَ الأَذا

نِ بَيْنَ دَواليبِهِ والدَّوالي

نِ بَيْنَ دَواليبِهِ والدَّوالي

And how many drunken spells were mine before the call

For how much intoxication I had before calling

to prayer, among its waterwheels and grapevines!

Between its rotations and the rotations

تَجولُ خُيولُ دَواليبِها

تَجولُ خُيولُ دَواليبِها

فَتَمْلأُ ما وَرْدَ ذاكَ المَجالِ

فَتَمْلأُ ما وَرْدَ ذاكَ المَجالِ

The horses of its waterwheels circle round,

Its steeds roam the rotations

and fill the roses of that field with water.

So they fill what rose in that arena