بِأَبيmy father be its ransom خَيالٌa phantom لاحَappeared ليto me مُتَلَفِّفاًwrapped up
بِأَبي خَيالٌ لاحَ لي مُتَلَفِّفاً
بِعَباءَةٍin a cloak مِنfrom عَهدِthe age of فَخرَFakhr الدينِal-Din
بِعَباءَةٍ مِن عَهدِ فَخرَ الدينِ
My father be ransom for a phantom that appeared to me, wrapped
I would give my father as ransom for a phantom that appeared to me, wrapped
in a cloak from the age of Fakhr al-Din.
In a cloak from the era of Fakhr al-Din.
يَمشيhe walks عَلىat مَهَلٍleisure وَيُرسِلُand casts طَرفَهُhis gaze
يَمشي عَلى مَهَلٍ وَيُرسِلُ طَرفَهُ
فيin حيرَةِthe bewilderment of المُستَوحِشِthe lonely one المَحزونِthe sorrowful
في حيرَةِ المُستَوحِشِ المَحزونِ
He walks slowly and casts his gaze
Walking slowly and casting his gaze about
in the bewilderment of one lonely and sorrowful.
With the bewilderment of one lonely and sorrowful.
مَنwho أَنتَare you ياO شَبَحاًspecter كَئيباًgloomy صامِتاًsilent
مَن أَنتَ يا شَبَحاً كَئيباً صامِتاً
قُلtell ليme فَإِنَّكَfor you قَدindeed أَثَرتَhave stirred شُجونيmy sorrows
قُل لي فَإِنَّكَ قَد أَثَرتَ شُجوني
Who are you, O gloomy, silent specter?
Who are you, O silent, gloomy specter?
Tell me, for you have stirred my sorrows.
Tell me, for you have stirred my deep grief.
أَخَيالُare you the phantom of خَصمٍa foe أَتَّقيI guard against نَزَواتِهِhis outbursts
أَخَيالُ خَصمٍ أَتَّقي نَزَواتِهِ
أَمor أَنتَare you ياO هَذاyou there خَيالُthe phantom of خَدينِa dear friend
أَم أَنتَ يا هَذا خَيالُ خَدينِ
Are you a foe's phantom, whose outbursts I guard against,
Are you the ghost of a foe whose caprices I fear,
or are you, you there, a dear friend's phantom?
Or are you, O stranger, the ghost of a close friend?
فَأَجابَنيthen he answered me مُتَرَفِّقاًgently مُتَحَبِّباًaffectionately
فَأَجابَني مُتَرَفِّقاً مُتَحَبِّباً
فَسَمِعتُand I heard صَوتَthe voice of أَبٍa father أَبَرَّmost loving حَنونِtender
فَسَمِعتُ صَوتَ أَبٍ أَبَرَّ حَنونِ
He answered me gently and affectionately,
He answered me gently and affectionately,
and I heard the voice of a most loving, tender father:
And I heard the voice of a most righteous, tender father:
ياO شاعِريmy poet قُلsay لِلأُلىto those who هَجَرونيabandoned me
يا شاعِري قُل لِلأُلى هَجَروني
أَناI ماhave not نَسيتَكُمforgotten you فَلاso do not تَنسونيforget me
أَنا ما نَسيتَكُم فَلا تَنسوني
O my poet, tell those who abandoned me:
"O my poet, tell those who have abandoned me:
I have not forgotten you, so do not forget me.
I have not forgotten you, so do not forget me.
ماwhat بالِكُمails you طَوَّلتُمُyou have lengthened حَبلَthe cord of النَوىseparation
ما بالِكُم طَوَّلتُمُ حَبلَ النَوى
ياoh لَيتَwould that هَذاthis الحَبلَcord غَيرُnot مَتينِstrong
يا لَيتَ هَذا الحَبلَ غَيرُ مَتينِ
Why have you lengthened the cord of separation?
Why have you lengthened the rope of separation?
Oh, would that this cord were not so strong!
Would that this rope were not so strong.
قَدindeed طُفتُمُyou have roamed الدُنياthe world فَهَلso have شاهَدتُمُyou seen
قَد طُفتُمُ الدُنيا فَهَل شاهَدتُمُ
جَبَلاًa mountain عَلَيهِupon it مَهابَتيmy majesty وَسُكونيand my stillness
جَبَلاً عَلَيهِ مَهابَتي وَسُكوني
You have roamed the world; have you seen
You have roamed the world; have you ever beheld
a mountain with my majesty and stillness?
A mountain that bears my majesty and serenity?
أَوَرَدتُمُhave you come to drink كَمَناهِليlike my springs أَنَشَقتُمُhave you smelled كَأَزاlike flow-
أَوَرَدتُمُ كَمَناهِلي أَنَشَقتُمُ كَأَزا
هيري-ers of mine (completing أزاهيري) فيin الحُسنِbeauty وَالتَلوينِand color
هيري في الحُسنِ وَالتَلوينِ
Have you drunk at springs like mine, or smelled flowers like mine
Have you drunk from springs like mine? Have you inhaled scents
in beauty and color?
Like my blossoms in their beauty and hues?
وَلَقَدand indeed تَظَلَّلتُمyou have taken shade بِأَشجارٍbeneath trees فَهَلso have
وَلَقَد تَظَلَّلتُم بِأَشجارٍ فَهَل
رَفَّتswayed غُصونٌbranches فَوقَكُمabove you كَغُصونيlike my branches
رَفَّت غُصونٌ فَوقَكُم كَغُصوني
You have taken shelter beneath trees; but have
You have sought shade beneath trees, but did
branches swayed above you like my branches?
Branches ever flutter above you like my branches?
وَسَمِعتُمُand you have heard شَتّىvarious kinds of الطُيورِbirds صَوادِحاًsinging
وَسَمِعتُمُ شَتّى الطُيورِ صَوادِحاً
أَسَمِعتُمُhave you heard أَشجىmore moving مِنَthan الحَسّونِthe goldfinch
أَسَمِعتُمُ أَشجى مِنَ الحَسّونِ
You have heard all manner of birds singing;
You have heard all manner of birds singing;
have you heard one more moving than the goldfinch?
Did you hear any more moving than the goldfinch?
هَلhas أَنبَتَتbrought forth كَالأَرزِlike the cedar غَيريother than me بُقعَةٌa tract of land
هَل أَنبَتَت كَالأَرزِ غَيري بُقعَةٌ
فيin مَجدِهِits glory وَجَلالِهِand its grandeur المَيمونِblessed
في مَجدِهِ وَجَلالِهِ المَيمونِ
Has any other land brought forth the cedar's equal
Has any other land grown trees like the Cedar
in its glory and blessed grandeur?
In its glory and its auspicious majesty?
أَرَأَيتُمُhave you seen فيamong ماwhat رَأَيتُمyou have seen فِتنَةًan enchantment
أَرَأَيتُمُ في ما رَأَيتُم فِتنَةً
كَالبَدرِlike the full moon حينَwhen يُطِلُّit peers out مِنfrom صِنّينِSannine
كَالبَدرِ حينَ يُطِلُّ مِن صِنّينِ
Have you seen, among all you have seen, an enchantment
Have you seen, in all you have viewed, a charm
like the full moon when it peers out from Sannine?
Like the full moon when it looks down from Sannine?
أَوor كَالغَزالَةِlike the sun وَهيَwhile it تَنقَضُّswoops down تِبرَجاin splendor (reading تبرّجًا)
أَو كَالغَزالَةِ وَهيَ تَنقَضُّ تِبرَجا
عِندَat المَغيبِsunset عَلىupon ذُرىthe peaks of حَرَمونِHermon
عِندَ المَغيبِ عَلى ذُرى حَرَمونِ
Or like the sun as it swoops down in splendor
Or like the sun descending in radiant display
at sunset upon Hermon's peaks?
At twilight upon the peaks of Mount Hermon?
مَرَّتpassed قُرونٌcenturies وَاِنطَوَتand vanished وَكَأَنَّنيand as though I
مَرَّت قُرونٌ وَاِنطَوَت وَكَأَنَّني
لِمَحاسِنيjudging by my beauties كُوِّنتُI was fashioned مُنذُago سِنينِyears
لِمَحاسِني كُوِّنتُ مُنذُ سِنينِ
Centuries have passed and vanished, yet it seems that I,
Centuries have passed and folded away, yet it seems
to judge by my beauties, was fashioned only years ago.
As if I were created for my beauty but a few years ago.
أَبلَيتُهاI wore them out وَبَقَيتُand I remained إِلّاexcept أَنَّنيthat I
أَبلَيتُها وَبَقَيتُ إِلّا أَنَّني
لِلشَوقِfrom longing كادَalmost غِيابُكُمyour absence يَبلينيwears me out
لِلشَوقِ كادَ غِيابُكُم يَبليني
I wore them out and survived; yet
I wore out the ages while I remained, yet truly
your absence has almost worn me out with longing.
From longing, your absence has nearly worn me away."
لُبنانُLebanon لاdo not تَعذِلreproach بَنيكَyour sons إِذاif هُمُthey
لُبنانُ لا تَعذِل بَنيكَ إِذا هُمُ
رَكِبواboarded إِلىtoward العَلياءِthe heights كُلَّevery سَفينِship
رَكِبوا إِلى العَلياءِ كُلَّ سَفينِ
Lebanon, do not reproach your sons if they
Lebanon, do not chide your sons if they
board every ship bound for the heights.
Have boarded every ship in pursuit of glory.
لَمdid not يَهجُروكَabandon you مَلالَةًout of weariness لَكِنَّهُمbut they
لَم يَهجُروكَ مَلالَةً لَكِنَّهُم
خُلِقواwere created لِصَيدِto hunt اللُؤلُؤِpearls المَكنونِhidden
خُلِقوا لِصَيدِ اللُؤلُؤِ المَكنونِ
They did not abandon you out of weariness; rather, they
They did not leave you out of weariness, but rather
were created to hunt for hidden pearls.
They were created to hunt the hidden pearl.
وَرَثواthey inherited اِقتِحامَbraving البَحرِthe sea عَنfrom فينيقياPhoenicia
وَرَثوا اِقتِحامَ البَحرِ عَن فينيقيا
أُمِّmother of الثَقافَةِculture مَصدَرِsource of التَمدينِcivilization
أُمِّ الثَقافَةِ مَصدَرِ التَمدينِ
They inherited the daring to brave the sea from Phoenicia,
They inherited the conquest of the sea from Phoenicia,
mother of culture, source of civilization.
The mother of culture, the source of civilization.
لَمّاwhen وَلَدَتهُمُyou bore them نُسوراًas eagles حَلَّقواthey soared
لَمّا وَلَدَتهُمُ نُسوراً حَلَّقوا
لاnot يَقنَعونَthey are content مِنَof العُلىthe heights بِالدونِwith the lowly
لا يَقنَعونَ مِنَ العُلى بِالدونِ
When you bore them as eagles, they soared;
Since she bore them as eagles, they have soared,
they do not settle for lesser heights.
Content with nothing less than the highest peaks.
وَالنَسرُand the eagle لاnot يَرضىaccepts السُجونَprisons وَإِنeven if تَكُنthey are
وَالنَسرُ لا يَرضى السُجونَ وَإِن تَكُن
ذَهَباًgold فَكَيفَthen how مَحابِسٌcages مِنof طينِclay
ذَهَباً فَكَيفَ مَحابِسٌ مِن طينِ
And the eagle will not accept prisons, even if they are
The eagle accepts no prison, even if made
of gold; how, then, cages made of clay?
Of gold—so how then, a prison made of clay?
الأَرضُthe earth لِلحَشَراتِis for insects تَزحَفُcrawling فَوقَهاupon it
الأَرضُ لِلحَشَراتِ تَزحَفُ فَوقَها
وَالجَوُّand the sky لِلبازيis for the goshawk وَلِلشاهينِand for the peregrine falcon
وَالجَوُّ لِلبازي وَلِلشاهينِ
The earth is for insects that crawl upon it,
The earth is for the insects that crawl upon it,
and the sky for the goshawk and the peregrine falcon.
But the sky belongs to the falcon and the hawk.
فَأَجابَنيthen he answered me وَالدَمعُand tears مِلءُfilling جُفونِهِhis eyelids
فَأَجابَني وَالدَمعُ مِلءُ جُفونِهِ
كَمhow much ذاindeed تُسَلّينيyou console me وَلاyet do not تُسلينيmake me forget
كَم ذا تُسَلّيني وَلا تُسليني
He answered me, his eyes brimming with tears:
He answered me, tears brimming in his eyes:
How you console me, yet do not make me forget!
"How much you try to console me, yet I am not consoled.
ئناI (i.e. أنا) كَالعَرينِlike a lair اليَومَtoday غابَhave gone أُسودُهُits lions
ئنا كَالعَرينِ اليَومَ غابَ أُسودُهُ
وَتَفَرَّقواand they scattered عَنهُfrom it لِكُلِّto every عَرينِlair
وَتَفَرَّقوا عَنهُ لِكُلِّ عَرينِ
Today I am like a lair whose lions have gone
I am like a den today whose lions have vanished,
and scattered from it to every other lair.
Scattering from it to every other lair.
الأَرمَنِيُّthe Armenian عَلىupon سُفوحيmy slopes وَالرُبىand the hills
الأَرمَنِيُّ عَلى سُفوحي وَالرُبى
يَبنيhe builds الحُصونَfortresses لِنَفسِهِfor himself بِحُصونيwithin my strongholds
يَبني الحُصونَ لِنَفسِهِ بِحُصوني
The Armenian, upon my slopes and hills,
The Armenian upon my slopes and hills
builds himself fortresses within my strongholds.
Builds fortresses for himself from my own stones.
وَبَنوand the sons of يَهوذاJudah يَنصِبونَpitch خِيامَهُمtheir tents
وَبَنو يَهوذا يَنصِبونَ خِيامَهُم
فيin ظِلِّthe shade of أَودِيَتيmy valleys وَفَوقَand upon حُزونيmy rugged uplands
في ظِلِّ أَودِيَتي وَفَوقَ حُزوني
And the sons of Judah pitch their tents
And the sons of Judah pitch their tents
in the shade of my valleys and upon my rugged uplands.
In the shadow of my valleys and upon my rugged terrain.
وَبَنِيَّand my sons عَنّيof me غافِلونَare heedless كَأَنَّنيas though I
وَبَنِيَّ عَنّي غافِلونَ كَأَنَّني
قَدindeed صِرتُI have become فيamong الأَشياءِthings غَيرَnot ثَمينِprecious
قَد صِرتُ في الأَشياءِ غَيرَ ثَمينِ
My own sons are heedless of me, as though I
While my own sons are heedless of me, as if
had become a thing of no value.
I have become a thing of little worth.
أَنتُمyou دُيونٌare debts ليto me عَلىowed by آميركاAmerica
أَنتُم دُيونٌ لي عَلى آميركا
وَمِنَand it is a matter of المُروأَةِhonor أَنthat تُرَدَّbe repaid دُيونيmy debts
وَمِنَ المُروأَةِ أَن تُرَدَّ دُيوني
You are debts that America owes me,
You are debts owed to me by America,
and honor requires that my debts be repaid.
And honor demands that my debts be repaid.
أَوَand is it لَيسَnot مِنof سُخرِthe mockery of القَضاءِfate وَهُزإِهِand its derision
أَوَ لَيسَ مِن سُخرِ القَضاءِ وَهُزإِهِ
أَنthat يَأخُذَshould take المَثريthe wealthy man مِنَfrom المِسكينِthe poor man
أَن يَأخُذَ المَثري مِنَ المِسكينِ
Is it not fate's mockery and derision
Is it not a mockery and jest of fate
that the wealthy should take from the poor?
That the wealthy should take from the destitute?
عودواreturn فَإِنَّfor indeed المالَwealth لاnot يُغنيكُمُcan suffice you
عودوا فَإِنَّ المالَ لا يُغنيكُمُ
عَنّيwithout me وَلاnor هُوَit عَنكُمُwithout you يُغنينيcan suffice me
عَنّي وَلا هُوَ عَنكُمُ يُغنيني
Return, for wealth cannot suffice you
Return, for wealth cannot replace me for you,
without me, nor can it suffice me without you.
Nor can it ever replace you for me."
فَشَجيتُso I grieved مِمّاat what قالَهُhe said it لَكِنَّنيbut I
فَشَجيتُ مِمّا قالَهُ لَكِنَّني
لَمّاwhen رَأَيتُكُمُI saw you نَسيتُI forgot شُجونيmy sorrows
لَمّا رَأَيتُكُمُ نَسيتُ شُجوني
I grieved at what he said; yet
I was deeply grieved by what he said, yet
when I saw you, I forgot my sorrows.
When I saw you all, I forgot my sorrows.
لُبنانُLebanon فيكُمin you مائِلٌleaning (likely ماثل, embodied) إِنif كُنتُمُyou are
لُبنانُ فيكُم مائِلٌ إِن كُنتُمُ
فيin مِصرَEgypt أَوor فيin الهِندِIndia أَوor فيin الصينِChina
في مِصرَ أَو في الهِندِ أَو في الصينِ
Lebanon is embodied in you, whether you are
Lebanon lives within you, whether you be
in Egypt or in India or in China.
In Egypt, in India, or in China.
إِنif بُنتُمُyou are parted عَنهُfrom it فَماyet not زالَhas ceased الهَوىlove
إِن بُنتُمُ عَنهُ فَما زالَ الهَوى
يُدنيكُمُdraws you near مِنهُto it كَماas يُدنينيit draws me near
يُدنيكُمُ مِنهُ كَما يُدنيني
If you are parted from it, love still
Even if you are far from him, love still
draws you near to it, as it draws me near.
Draws you near to him, just as it draws me.
وَحَراكُكُمand your movement لِعَلائِهِis for its glory وَسُكونِكُمand your stillness
وَحَراكُكُم لِعَلائِهِ وَسُكونِكُم
وَإِلىand toward ثَراهُits soil حَنينُكُمyour longing وَحَنينيand my longing
وَإِلى ثَراهُ حَنينُكُم وَحَنيني
Your movement and your stillness are for its glory,
Your toil and your rest are for his glory,
and your longing and mine are for its soil.
And for his soil is your longing and mine.
لَوif أَمسَتِbecame الدُنياthe world لِغَيريsomeone else's rather than mine كُلُّهاall of it
لَو أَمسَتِ الدُنيا لِغَيري كُلُّها
وَرُبّاهُand its hills ليmine ماnot كُنتُwould I be بِالمَغبونِa loser in the bargain
وَرُبّاهُ لي ما كُنتُ بِالمَغبونِ
If the whole world belonged to someone else,
If the whole world belonged to another,
but Lebanon's hills were mine, I would not be the loser.
Yet his hills were mine, I would not be shortchanged.
أَناI فيin حِماكُمyour shelter طائِرٌa bird مُتَرَنِّمٌsinging
أَنا في حِماكُم طائِرٌ مُتَرَنِّمٌ
بَينَamong الأَقاحِthe daisies الغَضِّtender وَالنِسرينِand wild roses
بَينَ الأَقاحِ الغَضِّ وَالنِسرينِ
In your shelter I am a singing bird,
In your sanctuary, I am a bird singing
among tender daisies and wild roses.
Between the fresh chamomile and the wild rose.
أَنتُمyou بَنوare sons of وَطَنيmy homeland وَأَنتُمand you إِخوَتيare my brothers
أَنتُم بَنو وَطَني وَأَنتُم إِخوَتي
وَأَناand I اِمرُؤٌam a man دينُthe religion of المَحَبَّةِlove دينيis my religion
وَأَنا اِمرُؤٌ دينُ المَحَبَّةِ ديني
You are my countrymen, and you are my brothers,
You are the sons of my homeland, and you are my brothers,
and I am a man whose faith is the faith of love.
And I am a man whose faith is the religion of love.