لوif أنthat تجربةَthe experience of الحياةِlife وحَّظهاand its lot
لو أن تجربةَ الحياةِ وحَّظها
أنيthat I أَنالُI gain نَداكَyour bounty ثمthen أموتُI die
أني أَنالُ نَداكَ ثم أموتُ
If life's experience and its lot
If the experience of life and its fortune
Were that I gain your bounty, then die,
Were that I attain your presence then die
لكفتwould suffice لتفسيرto explain الحياةlife وخيرهاand its goodness
لكفت لتفسير الحياة وخيرها
إنَّindeed الحنانضtenderness لمثلfor one like روحيmy soul قوتsustenance
إنَّ الحنانض لمثل روحي قوت
That would suffice to explain life and its goodness.
That would suffice to explain life and its good
For tenderness is sustenance for a soul like mine.
For affection is food for my soul
أيهاًO ليونُLeon جمعتَyou have gathered ذخرَa treasure of فضائلvirtues
أيهاً ليونُ جمعتَ ذخرَ فضائل
وحجىًand wisdom أقُّلthe least of جمالهِits beauty ملكوتُa heavenly realm
وحجىً أقُّل جمالهِ ملكوتُ
O Leon, you have gathered a treasure of virtues,
O Leon, you gathered virtues’ treasure
And wisdom whose least beauty is a heavenly realm,
And wisdom whose beauty is divine
وحمىًand a sanctuary أردِّدُI echo فيin عُلاهُits heights عواطفيmy feelings
وحمىً أردِّدُ في عُلاهُ عواطفي
ويطيرُand takes flight فيهwithin it شعورىَmy feeling المكبوتُpent-up
ويطيرُ فيه شعورىَ المكبوتُ
And a sanctuary in whose heights I echo my feelings,
And zeal in whose height I repeat my feelings
And within it my pent-up feeling takes flight.
And my suppressed consciousness flies in it
أنتyou المسيحChrist وقدand indeed تقمصُhas clothed itself in حبُّهُhis love
أنت المسيح وقد تقمصُ حبُّهُ
دُنياthe world of الجمالِbeauty وخافَهand feared him الطاغوتُtyranny
دُنيا الجمالِ وخافَه الطاغوتُ
You are Christ, and his love has clothed itself in
You are the Christ who assumed His love
The world of beauty, and tyranny has feared him.
The world of beauty and the cursed devil fled from Him
ماnot كنتyou were إلاّexcept للحقيقةfor truth وحدَهاit alone
ما كنت إلاّ للحقيقة وحدَها
والحُّقand truth أكثرُmost of حظهِits lot موقوتُtime-bound
والحُّق أكثرُ حظهِ موقوتُ
You were devoted to truth alone,
I was not but for the truth alone
And truth's lot is, for the most part, time-bound.
And the truth, most of its fortune is predestined
فلئنso if indeed سَكتyou fell silent فماthen not سَكتyou fell silent مُخيَّراًby choice
فلئن سَكت فما سَكت مُخيَّراً
ولرُبَّand often سخطٍindignation للحكيمfor the sage سكوتsilence
ولرُبَّ سخطٍ للحكيم سكوت
So if you fell silent, you did not do so by choice;
So if I were silent, I was not silent willingly
And often a sage's indignation is silence,
And many wise men's silence is out of discontent
فيin عالمٍa world قدalready باتَhas become يُغبطُis envied منwhoever بهin him
في عالمٍ قد باتَ يُغبطُ من به
عُّىinarticulacy وضَيَّعَand squandered سَّرهُits secret الكهنوتthe priesthood
عُّى وضَيَّعَ سَّرهُ الكهنوت
In a world where one is now envied for being
In a world that has become praising whom in it
Inarticulate, and the priesthood has squandered its secret;
Is blind and lost its secret priesthood
وتشردتand wandered homeless فيهwithin it المحبةُlove مثلماjust as
وتشردت فيه المحبةُ مثلما
قدindeed ضاعwas lost أوزيريسُOsiris والتابوتُand the coffin
قد ضاع أوزيريسُ والتابوتُ
And love has wandered homeless within it, just as
And in it love wandered just as
Osiris and the coffin were lost.
Osiris and the ark were lost
فمتىso when يَعُودُwill he return وإنeven though رأيتكَI have seen you رمزهُhis symbol
فمتى يَعُودُ وإن رأيتكَ رمزهُ
ومتىand when يسُودُwill he prevail وَخصمهُand his foe ممقوتُloathed
ومتى يسُودُ وَخصمهُ ممقوتُ
So when will he return, though I have seen you as his symbol?
So when will its symbol return and I see you
And when will he prevail, while his foe is loathed?
And when will its enemy be hated and inferior