وَرُبَّ يَومٍ صَقيلِ الوَجهِ تَحسَبُهُ

وَرُبَّ يَومٍ صَقيلِ الوَجهِ تَحسَبُهُ

مُرَصَّعاً بِجِباهِ الخُرَّدِ العينِ

مُرَصَّعاً بِجِباهِ الخُرَّدِ العينِ

And many a bright-faced day you would deem

Many a day with polished face you'd think

Studded with the foreheads of shy, wide-eyed maidens.

Was set with pearls upon the cheeks,

أَتاكَ يَقتادُ عيداً في حَقائِبِهِ

أَتاكَ يَقتادُ عيداً في حَقائِبِهِ

زادَ السُرورِ عَلى الطَيرِ المَيامينِ

زادَ السُرورِ عَلى الطَيرِ المَيامينِ

It came to you leading a feast, bearing in its saddlebags

Came to you leading a feast in its satchels,

Provisions of joy upon birds of good omen.

Provisions of joy over the singing birds.

فَاِلبَس جَلابيبَهُ البيضَ الَّتي شَرُفَت

فَاِلبَس جَلابيبَهُ البيضَ الَّتي شَرُفَت

وَاِخرُج عَنِ الصَومِ مِن أَثوابِهِ الجَونِ

وَاِخرُج عَنِ الصَومِ مِن أَثوابِهِ الجَونِ

So don its white robes, which have gained honor,

So don the white robes that were bleached,

And emerge from the fast, out of its black garments.

And come out from fasting in his raiment of youth.

إِلَيكَ يَستَنُّ وَالأَحشاءُ يَتبَعُها

إِلَيكَ يَستَنُّ وَالأَحشاءُ يَتبَعُها

عَن غَربِ فِكرٍ بِغَربِ الشَوقِ مَقرونِ

عَن غَربِ فِكرٍ بِغَربِ الشَوقِ مَقرونِ

Toward you it gallops, following the heart’s depths,

To you he turns while the bosom follows,

From thought’s keen edge, coupled with longing’s keen edge.

Joined by yearning's sunset to sunset of longing.

جاءَت تُهَنّيكَ بِالوُدِّ الَّذي عَلِقَت

جاءَت تُهَنّيكَ بِالوُدِّ الَّذي عَلِقَت

مِنّا الضَمائِرُ لا يَومِ الشَعانينِ

مِنّا الضَمائِرُ لا يَومِ الشَعانينِ

They came to congratulate you out of the love to which

They came to congratulate you on the love

Our hearts have clung—not for Palm Sunday.

Our hearts attached, not just Palm Sunday's day.