ويومِ سَعْدٍ حَسَنِ البِشْرِ

ويومِ سَعْدٍ حَسَنِ البِشْرِ

عَذْبِ السَّجايا طَيِّبَ النَّشْرِ

عَذْبِ السَّجايا طَيِّبَ النَّشْرِ

And a day of good fortune, lovely in its cheer,

On a day of joy, beautiful of face

Sweet in disposition, pleasant in fragrance;

Sweet of temperament, good of nature

لم تَقْذَ عيني بأذاهُ ولم

لم تَقْذَ عيني بأذاهُ ولم

يَطِرْ فُؤادي بيَدِ الذُّعْرِ

يَطِرْ فُؤادي بيَدِ الذُّعْرِ

My eye was not irritated by its harm, nor

My eyes were not hurt by its harm, nor

Did my heart take flight at the hand of terror.

Did my heart flutter with fear

ولم يَرُعْني لا ولا ساءَني

ولم يَرُعْني لا ولا ساءَني

كعادةِ الأيامِ في الشرِّ

كعادةِ الأيامِ في الشرِّ

And it did not frighten me—no—nor did it distress me,

It did not disturb me, nor did it worry me

As is the habit of days in doing evil.

As is the way of days amidst evil

شبَّهْتُهُ منتزعاً من يد ال

شبَّهْتُهُ منتزعاً من يد ال

أحداثِ ذات الشرِّ والضرِّ

أحداثِ ذات الشرِّ والضرِّ

I likened it, wrested from the hand of the

I imagined it snatched from the hands

Vicissitudes fraught with evil and harm,

Of events full of harm and calamity

باللبنِ السائغ ذاكَ الذي

باللبنِ السائغ ذاكَ الذي

من بينِ فرثٍ ودمٍ يجري

من بينِ فرثٍ ودمٍ يجري

To that palatable milk which

Like delicious milk that flows

Flows from between dung and blood.

From between dung and blood