فصل الربيع بوجهه قد أَقبلا

فصل الربيع بوجهه قد أَقبلا

متبسماً ببدائع الأزهار

متبسماً ببدائع الأزهار

The season of spring has come, showing its face,

Springtime came smiling, graced with flowers of charm,

smiling with wondrous blossoms.

And meadows turned verdant, fresh, and warm.

وَغدا به نبتُ الخمائل مخْضَلا

وَغدا به نبتُ الخمائل مخْضَلا

يحكي السما بالنور والأنوار

يحكي السما بالنور والأنوار

Through it, the plants of the groves have grown moist and lush,

As though the land was decked in pearls and jewels rare,

mirroring the sky with blossoms and lights.

The sky now shines with light and radiance fair.

فكأنَهُ حلّى الربى أَو كلّلا

فكأنَهُ حلّى الربى أَو كلّلا

إذ أَنجما بجواهرٍ وَنُضار

إذ أَنجما بجواهرٍ وَنُضار

As though it had adorned the hills or crowned them,

Among the gardens birds trill and sing,

as it became starry with jewels and pure gold.

Making sweet music as they take wing.

والطيرُ بين رياضه قد رتَلا

والطيرُ بين رياضه قد رتَلا

مُترنما يُلهي عن المزمار

مُترنما يُلهي عن المزمار

And the birds among its gardens have chanted,

Thanks be to God, whose might none deride,

warbling, making one forget the flute,

For blessings greater than the boundless tide.

شكراً لِمُبْدعه تعالى ذي العلا

شكراً لِمُبْدعه تعالى ذي العلا

ما أَعظما من واحد قهّار

ما أَعظما من واحد قهّار

in thanks to its Maker, exalted possessor of majesty.

Clouds promise rain, as they march and form

How great is He, the One, the All-Subduer!

Across the heavens, a mighty storm.

وتخالُ هاتيكَ السحائبُ هُطّلا

وتخالُ هاتيكَ السحائبُ هُطّلا

لمّا همى سحاحها بقطار

لمّا همى سحاحها بقطار

And you take those rain-pouring clouds,

King Al-Hami reigns, his rule is just,

when their torrents stream down in drops,

Lifting the lowly from the dust.

جودُ المليك الصالح الهامي على

جودُ المليك الصالح الهامي على

من أَعدما بنواله الزّخار

من أَعدما بنواله الزّخار

for the bounty of King al-Salih, pouring upon

A king whose grace is like the rain,

the destitute with his overflowing largesse.

Nourishing people over every plain.

مَلِك إذا ما حلَّ قطراً ممحلا

مَلِك إذا ما حلَّ قطراً ممحلا

متكرماً كالقطر للأقطار

متكرماً كالقطر للأقطار

A king who, whenever he enters a drought-stricken land,

I laud and praise his noble name,

giving generously like rain to the lands,

Protector of all those who came.

أَورى وأروى مُبرقاً أَو مسبلا

أَورى وأروى مُبرقاً أَو مسبلا

مُهجاً وما لعداه والأنصار

مُهجاً وما لعداه والأنصار

kindles and quenches, flashing lightning or pouring rain—

With sword held high he smites the cruel,

his foes’ hearts with fire, his supporters with water.

So tears of joy flow for the merciful.

وترى الكماةَ إذا أَثارَ القسطلا

وترى الكماةَ إذا أَثارَ القسطلا

تبكي دَما بالصارم البتار

تبكي دَما بالصارم البتار

And you see the armored warriors, when he raises battle-dust,

God lengthen his reign, upright and wise!

weeping blood beneath his sharp, cleaving sword.

What braver, kinder king could arise?

فاللهُ يكلأ ملكَهُ ما أَعدلا

فاللهُ يكلأ ملكَهُ ما أَعدلا

ما أَكرما من باسلٍ مِغوار

ما أَكرما من باسلٍ مِغوار

May God guard his kingdom—how just he is!

But for him, poetry would still remain

How generous he is, a brave, daring warrior!

Silent, after years of darkness and pain.

لولاه سعُر الشّعر سوماً ما غلا

لولاه سعُر الشّعر سوماً ما غلا

إذ نُظَّما من بعد طول بوار

إذ نُظَّما من بعد طول بوار

Without him, poetry’s price would not have risen in the bidding,

Now lines flow free, their meaning is clear,

when it was composed after long stagnation.

Where once all was doubt and fear.

كلا ولا اتضحت مذاهبُه ولا

كلا ولا اتضحت مذاهبُه ولا

ما استَبْهما أضحى عليَّ منار

ما استَبْهما أضحى عليَّ منار

No indeed; nor would its paths have become clear, nor

His minister, honored and esteemed, is wise

would what was obscure have become a beacon for me.

Bringing pride to every set of eyes.

ووزيره الفخرُ الذي قد خوّلا

ووزيره الفخرُ الذي قد خوّلا

بالمنتمي فخراً على النظار

بالمنتمي فخراً على النظار

And his vizier al-Fakhr, who has bestowed

The palace restored, a sheltering fort,

upon his adherent glory above the onlookers.

Where once neglect held court.

والدارُ تمّمها لعزٍّ مَعقِلا

والدارُ تمّمها لعزٍّ مَعقِلا

أسنى حمى فغدا تميمُ الدار

أسنى حمى فغدا تميمُ الدار

And the house he completed as a stronghold of might,

Let them celebrate in this season blessed!

the loftiest sanctuary—thus he became Tamim of the House.

Joy to all, from west to east!

فَلْيُهنِه عيد أَتاه مُقبلا

فَلْيُهنِه عيد أَتاه مُقبلا

جذلاً بما أَولاه في الأمصار

جذلاً بما أَولاه في الأمصار

So may the feast that has come toward him gladden him,

May they ever reign, rule justly and well,

rejoicing at what he has bestowed on it throughout the cities.

While the light of day continues to dwell.

لا زالَ ما تالى أَخير أَوّلا

لا زالَ ما تالى أَخير أَوّلا

مُتَنَعِّما ما لاحَ ضوءُ نَهار

مُتَنَعِّما ما لاحَ ضوءُ نَهار

May he remain, as long as the last follows the first,

in bliss, for as long as daylight shines.