هامَwas enraptured فيin الرَوضthe garden كُلevery غُصنٍbough رَطيبِtender
هامَ في الرَوض كُل غُصنٍ رَطيبِ
بِاِنعِطافٍin bending إِلىtoward الأَميرthe emir المُهيبِawe-inspiring
بِاِنعِطافٍ إِلى الأَمير المُهيبِ
Every tender bough in the garden was enraptured,
Every sweet branch in the garden swayed
as it bent toward the awe-inspiring emir.
Towards the august prince in homage paid
وَنَسيمand the breeze of الأَفراحjoys أَنعشrevived لَماwhen
وَنَسيم الأَفراح أَنعش لَما
هَبّblew وَقتat the time of الصَفاserenity جَميعَall القُلوبhearts
هَبّ وَقت الصَفا جَميعَ القُلوب
And the breeze of joys revived, when
The breeze of joy revived when time
it blew in the hour of serenity, every heart.
Brought hearts together in friendship's clime
وَإِلىand toward بَدركyour full moon المُنيرshining أَشارَتpointed
وَإِلى بَدرك المُنير أَشارَت
شَمسthe sun of علياكyour eminence بِالبَنانwith the fingertips الخَضيبdyed
شَمس علياك بِالبَنان الخَضيب
And toward your shining full moon pointed
Your shining moon pointed out the sun
the sun of your eminence, with its dyed fingertips.
Of your sublime Highness, brightly done
فَتهنأso rejoice بِماin what لَهُof it أَنتyou أَهلٌworthy
فَتهنأ بِما لَهُ أَنت أَهلٌ
ياO سميّnamesake of الكرارal-Karrar (the oft-charging one) ليثlion of الحروبwars
يا سميّ الكرار ليث الحروب
So rejoice in what you deserve,
Congratulations for what you've attained
O namesake of al-Karrar, lion of wars!
O noble lion, valor unchained
فَلَياليكfor your nights بِالسُرورwith joy أَضاءَتshone
فَلَياليك بِالسُرور أَضاءَت
زُهرُهاtheir stars وَاِتَقاكand feared you كُلevery رَقيبwatcher
زُهرُها وَاِتَقاك كُل رَقيب
For, in your nights, there shone with joy
Your nights with happiness illuminated
their stars, and every watcher feared you.
Their flowers bloomed, each guard elated
وَمَعاليكand your lofty merits فيamid التَهانيcongratulations دَعَتنيcalled me
وَمَعاليك في التَهاني دَعَتني
لامتِزاجto the blending of الثَناpraise بِحُسنwith the beauty of النَسيبlove poetry
لامتِزاج الثَنا بِحُسن النَسيب
And your lofty merits, amid congratulations, called me
Your glories called me to rejoice
to blend praise with the beauty of love poetry.
At kinship's song with pleasant voice
وَالعُلاand glory قالَsaid ليto me بأنسكfor your joy أَرّخcompose a chronogram
وَالعُلا قالَ لي بأنسك أَرّخ
بِكَin you ياO ذاDhu (possessor of) الفَقارal-Fiqar عزُّthe glory of الحَبيبthe beloved
بِكَ يا ذا الفَقار عزُّ الحَبيب
And glory said to me: “Commemorate your joy in a chronogram:
Sublimity said your charm moved me
In you, O Dhu al-Fiqar, lies the beloved's glory.”
To sing your praise, O sword-girt free