طابت بك الأيامُ وافرحتاه

طابت بك الأيامُ وافرحتاه

أنتِ الأماني والغنى والحياة

أنتِ الأماني والغنى والحياة

The days grew sweet through you—oh, my joy!

The days have been kind to you, making you happy,

You are my hopes, my riches, and my life.

You are my wishes, riches, and life,

قد وَجَدَ الضليلُ نورَ الهُدى

قد وَجَدَ الضليلُ نورَ الهُدى

يا حلمه يا نجمه يا سناه

يا حلمه يا نجمه يا سناه

The lost soul has found the light of guidance.

The lost one has found the light of guidance,

O his dream, O his star, O his radiance!

Oh you, his dream, his star, his idol,

فليذهب الليلُ غفرنَا له

فليذهب الليلُ غفرنَا له

ما دامَ هذا الصبحُ عقبى دجاه

ما دامَ هذا الصبحُ عقبى دجاه

So let the night depart—we have forgiven it,

Let the night leave, we forgive it,

so long as this dawn is the outcome of its darkness.

As long as this morning stays lit up,

جمالُكِ الطاهرُ عندي له

جمالُكِ الطاهرُ عندي له

إيمانُ قلبٍ في خشوعِ الصلاة

إيمانُ قلبٍ في خشوعِ الصلاة

For your pure beauty, I hold

Your pure beauty to me is like,

the faith of a heart humbled in prayer.

A heart's faith in the humility of prayers,

وَلي إلى ذاك الجمالِ اتجاه

وَلي إلى ذاك الجمالِ اتجاه

ولي بسلطانِكِ عزٌّ وجاه

ولي بسلطانِكِ عزٌّ وجاه

And toward that beauty I turn,

And my inclination is towards that beauty,

and through your power I have honor and standing.

With your authority I have honor and status,

قد طَرَقَ البابَ فتىً متعبُ

قد طَرَقَ البابَ فتىً متعبُ

طالَ به السيرُ وكلَّت خطاه

طالَ به السيرُ وكلَّت خطاه

A weary young man has knocked at the door;

A tired young man has come knocking on the door,

his journey was long, and his footsteps grew weary.

His travels made him tired and weary,

نَقَّلَ في الأيامِ أقدامَه

نَقَّلَ في الأيامِ أقدامَه

يبغي خيالاً ماثلاً في مُناه

يبغي خيالاً ماثلاً في مُناه

Through the days he kept his feet moving,

He has wandered the days moving his feet,

seeking an image vivid in his hopes.

Seeking a vision embodied in his ultimate goal,

عندَكِ قد حَطَّ رحالَ المنى

عندَكِ قد حَطَّ رحالَ المنى

وفي حِمَى حسنِك أَلقَى عصاه

وفي حِمَى حسنِك أَلقَى عصاه

At your side he has laid down hope's baggage,

In you, he has laid down his travel bags,

and in your beauty's sanctuary he has laid down his staff.

And in the sanctuary of your beauty, he has cast away his staff,

أينَ شقاءٌ صاخبٌ في دمي

أينَ شقاءٌ صاخبٌ في دمي

جَرَّعَني الضنكُ إلى منتهاه

جَرَّعَني الضنكُ إلى منتهاه

Where is that misery, raging in my blood,

Where is the noisy misery in my blood,

that made me drink hardship to its very end?

That bitter suffering took me to its end,

له إذا دوَّى به ساخراً

له إذا دوَّى به ساخراً

ضِحكُ التَشَفِّي وجنونُ الطغاة

ضِحكُ التَشَفِّي وجنونُ الطغاة

When it thundered there in mockery, it had

If it mocks me loudly,

the laughter of gloating and the madness of tyrants.

With the laughter of gloating and the madness of tyrants,

شكراً لذاتٍ هبطت من عَلٍ

شكراً لذاتٍ هبطت من عَلٍ

تَحَدَّتِ النحسَ فشُلَّت يداه

تَحَدَّتِ النحسَ فشُلَّت يداه

Thanks to a being who descended from on high,

Thanks to one who came down from above,

who defied ill fortune, so both its hands were paralyzed.

Who challenged misfortune and made it fail,

بأيِّ كفٍّ طعنت قلبَه

بأيِّ كفٍّ طعنت قلبَه

فماتَ في قلبي حتَّى صداه

فماتَ في قلبي حتَّى صداه

With what hand did you pierce its heart,

With what hand did you stab his heart,

so that even its echo died within my heart?

That it died in my heart even its echo,

قد هَدَأ الليلُ وران الكرى

قد هَدَأ الليلُ وران الكرى

إِلا أخَا سهدٍ يغني شجاه

إِلا أخَا سهدٍ يغني شجاه

Night has grown quiet, and slumber has settled,

The night has calmed and the planets have moved on,

save for a brother of sleeplessness, singing his grief.

Except a wakeful companion singing his sorrows,

ناداكِ من أقصى الربى فاسمعي

ناداكِ من أقصى الربى فاسمعي

لِمَن على طولِ الليالي نِدَاه

لِمَن على طولِ الليالي نِدَاه

He called to you from the farthest hills—so listen

Calling you from the furthest place, so listen,

to one whose call spans the length of the nights.

To one whose call echoed all through the nights,

نادَى أليفاً نام عن شجوهِ

نادَى أليفاً نام عن شجوهِ

عذبٌ تجنِّيهِ عزيزٌ جناه

عذبٌ تجنِّيهِ عزيزٌ جناه

He called to a beloved companion who slept, unaware of his sorrow,

Calling out longingly, unable to sleep from his passions,

whose coy reproaches are sweet, whose fruit is hard to win.

A dear one whom he loves has denied him,

أحبّكِ الحبَّ وغنى به

أحبّكِ الحبَّ وغنى به

عفَّ الأماني والهوى والشفاه

عفَّ الأماني والهوى والشفاه

He loved you, and sang of that love,

I loved you with love, and sang of it,

chaste in his hopes, his passion, and his lips.

Exciting wishes, passion and lips,

وإنما الحبُّ حديثُ العلى

وإنما الحبُّ حديثُ العلى

أنشودةُ الخلدِ ونحنُ الرواه

أنشودةُ الخلدِ ونحنُ الرواه

And love is only the speech of the heights,

For love is only talk of the most high,

the song of eternity—and we are its reciters.

Hymn of eternity, and we are its chanters.