رُبَّ جَنينٍ مِن جَنى النَميرِ

رُبَّ جَنينٍ مِن جَنى النَميرِ

مُهَتّكِ الأَسرارِ وَالضَميرِ

مُهَتّكِ الأَسرارِ وَالضَميرِ

Many an embryo from the fruit of sweet water,

Many an embryo was picked from the garden of flowers

Laying bare secrets and innermost thoughts,

With secrets and conscience torn asunder

سَللتُهُ مَن رَحِمِ الغَديرِ

سَللتُهُ مَن رَحِمِ الغَديرِ

كَأَنَّها صَفائِحُ البلّورِ

كَأَنَّها صَفائِحُ البلّورِ

I drew from the womb of the pool.

I drew it from the womb of bounty

As though they were sheets of crystal,

As if it were translucent crystal

أَو قِطَعٌ مِن خالِصِ الكافورِ

أَو قِطَعٌ مِن خالِصِ الكافورِ

لَو بَقِيَت سِلكاً عَلى الدُهورِ

لَو بَقِيَت سِلكاً عَلى الدُهورِ

Or pieces of pure camphor.

Or pieces of pure camphor

If they remained a strand through the ages,

Had it remained intact through the ages

لَعَطَّلَت قَلائِدَ النُحورِ

لَعَطَّلَت قَلائِدَ النُحورِ

وَأَخجَلَت جَواهِرَ البُحورِ

وَأَخجَلَت جَواهِرَ البُحورِ

They would make necklaces on throats needless,

It would have adorned necklaces

And put the jewels of the seas to shame,

And humbled the jewels of the seas

وَسُمِّيَت ضَرائِر الثُغورِ

وَسُمِّيَت ضَرائِر الثُغورِ

يا حُسنَهُ في زَمَنِ الحرورِ

يا حُسنَهُ في زَمَنِ الحرورِ

And be called the teeth's rival wives.

And been called the brooches of strongholds

Oh, how lovely it is in the season of scorching heat,

Oh its beauty in the time of ruin

إِذ قَيظُهُ مِثلُ حَشا المَهجورِ

إِذ قَيظُهُ مِثلُ حَشا المَهجورِ

يُهدي إِلى الأَكبادِ وَالصُدورِ

يُهدي إِلى الأَكبادِ وَالصُدورِ

When its summer heat is like the heart of one forsaken!

When its torment is like the deserted wilderness

It brings to livers and breasts

It evokes in hearts and breasts

رُوحاً يُحاكي نَفثَةَ المَصدورِ

رُوحاً يُحاكي نَفثَةَ المَصدورِ

وَيَجلِبُ السُرورَ لِلمَقرورِ

وَيَجلِبُ السُرورَ لِلمَقرورِ

A reviving breath like the sigh of one with an ailing chest,

A spirit that rivals the blowing wind

And brings joy to the chilled.

And brings happiness to the wretched