غَنِناsing to us ياO جَميلbeautiful one أُغنيةsong النِيـthe Ni—
غَنِنا يا جَميل أُغنية النِيـ
ـل—le وَباركand bless بِسحرwith the magic of عَينيكyour eyes فيهِin it
ـل وَبارك بِسحر عَينيك فيهِ
Sing us, beautiful one, the song of the Nile,
Sing for us, oh beautiful one, a Nile song
And bless it with the magic of your eyes.
And bless with the magic of your eyes in it
وَاِنحَدرand flow down مَوجةa wave عَلىupon الشَطthe shore غَرقىdrowned
وَاِنحَدر مَوجة عَلى الشَط غَرقى
غَيرnot مُستَرقدseeking rest وَلاnor مُعتَفيهseeking its bounty
غَير مُستَرقد وَلا مُعتَفيه
And flow down as a drowned wave upon the shore,
And if a wave flows on the bank, I drown
Neither seeking rest nor seeking its bounty.
Neither resting nor fainting
إِنindeed فيin حُسنكyour beauty العَميقdeep لِأَنهاsurely riv—
إِن في حُسنك العَميق لِأَنها
راً—ers عَذاباًsweet; fresh تَغصare brimming مِنwith آذيةits surging waves
راً عَذاباً تَغص مِن آذية
Indeed, in your deep beauty are rivers,
Indeed, in your deep beauty, because it is
Sweet, brimming with its surging waves.
A look that torments and chokes from harm
إِنindeed فيin وَجهكyour face الوَضيءradiant وَعَيand ey—
إِن في وَجهك الوَضيء وَعَي
نيك—es of yours يَنابيعwellsprings مِنof دَلالcoquetry وَتيهand pride
نيك يَنابيع مِن دَلال وَتيه
Indeed, in your radiant face and your eyes
Indeed, in your bright face and your
Are wellsprings of coquetry and pride.
Eyes are springs of coquetry and confusion
أَنتَyou ياO فاتِنيmy enchanter أَمor النيلthe Nile زَخارsurging
أَنتَ يا فاتِني أَم النيل زَخار
بِنَفسيmy soul as ransom كَليكماboth of you مِنwhat a شَبيهlikeness
بِنَفسي كَليكما مِن شَبيه
Is it you, my enchanter, or the Nile that surges?
You, oh charming one, are the mother of the Nile overflowing
My soul for you both—how alike you are!
With my soul like your likeness
غَنناsing to us السحرthe magic مِنfrom شَواطئهits shores الخَضـthe gree—
غَننا السحر مِن شَواطئه الخَضـ
ـر—n وَغَنّand sing الزَمانtime مِنfrom ماضيهِits past
ـر وَغَنّ الزَمان مِن ماضيهِ
Sing us the magic of its green shores,
The dawn sang from its green banks
And sing of time from its past.
And time sang from its past
وَاِذكُرand recall سالِفاًa bygone past مجيداًglorious عَلىthrough الدَthe a—
وَاِذكُر سالِفاً مجيداً عَلى الدَ
هر—ges عَزيزاًdear عَلىto كِرامthe noble ones among بَنيهits sons
هر عَزيزاً عَلى كِرام بَنيه
And recall a past glorious through the ages,
And remember glorious old times
Dear to its noble sons.
Precious in time to the generous of its sons