طابت بكِ الأيام وافرحتاه

طابت بكِ الأيام وافرحتاه

أنتِ الأماني والغنى والحياه

أنتِ الأماني والغنى والحياه

The days have grown sweet through you—oh, what joy!

The days have been blessed by you and made joyful,

You are hope, riches, and life.

You are my wishes, riches, and life,

فليذهب الليل غفرنا له

فليذهب الليل غفرنا له

ما دام هذا الصبح عقبى دجاه

ما دام هذا الصبح عقبى دجاه

So let the night depart; we have forgiven it,

Let the night go away, we forgive it,

So long as this morning is the outcome of its darkness.

As long as this morning, following its darkness, shines,

يا من غَفَت والفجر من دارها

يا من غَفَت والفجر من دارها

شعشع في الآفاق أبهى سناه

شعشع في الآفاق أبهى سناه

O you who slept, while dawn from your dwelling

O you who slept while dawn rose from your abode,

Spread its fairest radiance across the horizons.

Radiantly beaming its brilliant glory on the horizons,

قد طرق الباب فتى متعب

قد طرق الباب فتى متعب

طال به السير وكلَّت خطاه

طال به السير وكلَّت خطاه

A weary youth has knocked at the door.

A weary youth knocked on the door,

The journey stretched on for him, and his steps grew weary.

Long has been his journey and numerous his steps,

نقَّل في الأيام أقدامه

نقَّل في الأيام أقدامه

يبغي خيالاً مائلاً في مُناه

يبغي خيالاً مائلاً في مُناه

He kept his feet wandering through the days,

Moving his feet through the days,

Seeking a vision that leans within his hopes.

Seeking a lovely phantom in his dreams,

عندك قد حطّ رحال المنى

عندك قد حطّ رحال المنى

وفي حمى حسنك ألقى عصاه

وفي حمى حسنك ألقى عصاه

With you he has set down the baggage of his hopes,

At you he laid down his travel bags of wishes,

And in the sanctuary of your beauty he laid down his staff.

And in the heat of your beauty cast away his staff,

كم هدأ الليل وران الكرى

كم هدأ الليل وران الكرى

إلا أخا سهدٍ يغنِّي شجاه

إلا أخا سهدٍ يغنِّي شجاه

How often night grew still and slumber settled,

How quiet the night and hushed the stars,

Save for a sleepless man singing his sorrow.

Except for a love-sick nightingale singing his sorrows,

ناداك من أقصى الربى فاسمعي

ناداك من أقصى الربى فاسمعي

لمن على طول اللليالي نداه

لمن على طول اللليالي نداه

He called to you from the farthest hills—so listen

He called you from the furthest land, so listen,

To him whose call has endured throughout the nights.

To him who through the long nights cried your name,

نادى أليفاً نام عن شجوه

نادى أليفاً نام عن شجوه

عذبٌ تجنيه عزيزٌ جناه

عذبٌ تجنيه عزيزٌ جناه

He called to a beloved who slept, heedless of his sorrow.

He called a beloved, asleep to his passions,

Sweet is his cruelty; his fruit is hard to attain.

Sweet, picked by one noble, and carefully guarded,

أحبّكِ الحب وغنى به

أحبّكِ الحب 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.

The wishes, the passion, and the lips were released,

وإنما الحب حديث العلى

وإنما الحب حديث العلى

أنشودة الخلد ونحن الرواه

أنشودة الخلد ونحن الرواه

And love is but the discourse of the heights,

For love is but the secret of the sublime,

The song of eternity—and we are its narrators.

An eternal hymn, and we its chanters.