أَتَعمُرُdo you cultivate بُستاناًa garden زَكاhas flourished لَكَfor you غَرسُهُits plantings
أَتَعمُرُ بُستاناً زَكا لَكَ غَرسُهُ
وَتَخرِبُand you destroy وُدّاًaffection مِنfrom خَليلٍa close friend مُوافِقِcongenial
وَتَخرِبُ وُدّاً مِن خَليلٍ مُوافِقِ
Do you cultivate a garden whose plantings have thrived for you,
and destroy the affection of a congenial friend?
فَأَعجَبُهُso its chief marvel كَرمٌa vineyard يَرِقُّis tender نَباتُهُits growth
فَأَعجَبُهُ كَرمٌ يَرِقُّ نَباتُهُ
وَإِغداقُand a profusion of عيدانٍboughs رُواءِthe splendor of الحَدائِقِthe gardens
وَإِغداقُ عيدانٍ رُواءِ الحَدائِقِ
For its chief marvel is a vineyard whose growth is tender,
and a profusion of boughs, the gardens’ splendor;
يَقيلُrest at noon الحَمامُthe doves الوُرقُthe gray ones فيin شَجَراتِهِits trees
يَقيلُ الحَمامُ الوُرقُ في شَجَراتِهِ
فَمِنso among them هادِرٍone cooing يَدعوcalls الإِناثَthe females وَصافِقِand one flapping its wings
فَمِن هادِرٍ يَدعو الإِناثَ وَصافِقِ
the gray doves rest at noon in its trees,
some cooing to call the females, others flapping their wings;
وَجَيّاشَةٍand a gushing spring بِالماءِwith water طَيِّبَةِsweet الثَرىthe moist soil
وَجَيّاشَةٍ بِالماءِ طَيِّبَةِ الثَرى
تَغورُit recedes عَلىat أَيديthe hands of السُقاةِthe irrigators الدَوافِقِpouring freely
تَغورُ عَلى أَيدي السُقاةِ الدَوافِقِ
and a spring gushing with water, its soil sweet,
that recedes at the hands of the freely pouring irrigators.
وَماand not ذاكَthat إِلّاexcept خَدعُthe deceit of دُنياworldly life وَزُخرُفٌand glitter
وَما ذاكَ إِلّا خَدعُ دُنيا وَزُخرُفٌ
وَأَسبابُand occasions for إِنفاقٍspending لِمالِكَto your wealth ماحِقِruinous
وَأَسبابُ إِنفاقٍ لِمالِكَ ماحِقِ
Yet that is nothing but the world’s deceit and glitter,
and occasions for spending that lays waste to your wealth.
لَعَلَّكَperhaps you فيon الأَرضِthe land الَّتيwhich لَكَis yours واجِدٌwill find
لَعَلَّكَ في الأَرضِ الَّتي لَكَ واجِدٌ
بِناfor us بَدَلاًa replacement كَلَّno! وَرَبِّby the Lord of المَشارِقِthe places of sunrise
بِنا بَدَلاً كَلَّ وَرَبِّ المَشارِقِ
Perhaps, on the land you own, you will find
a replacement for us? No, by the Lord of the sunrises!