تَربَّعتَyou sat enthroned عَرشَthe throne of الشِّعرِpoetry فيin نظَرthe eyes of الحقِّtruth
تَربَّعتَ عَرشَ الشِّعرِ في نظَر الحقِّ
وحزتَand you won مقالِيدَthe keys of البَلاغَةِeloquence بالسَّبقِby taking the lead
وحزتَ مقالِيدَ البَلاغَةِ بالسَّبقِ
You have taken your seat on poetry's throne in the eyes of truth,
And won the keys of eloquence by taking the lead.
قَوافِيكَyour rhymes لاdo not تَعنُوbow لغيرِto anything but سَجِيةٍan inborn disposition
قَوافِيكَ لا تَعنُو لغيرِ سَجِيةٍ
يُشَرّفُهاennobles it إلهَامthe inspiration of فنِّكَyour art بالنطُّقِwith speech
يُشَرّفُها إلهَام فنِّكَ بالنطُّقِ
Your rhymes bow to nothing but an inborn gift,
Which your art's inspiration ennobles by giving it voice.
قصَائِدكَyour poems الغرَّاءُradiant أبلغُthe most eloquent رايَةٍbanner
قصَائِدكَ الغرَّاءُ أبلغُ رايَةٍ
نَدِينُwe pledge allegiance بهاthrough it للشِعرِto poetry فيin الغَربthe West والشَّرقِand the East
نَدِينُ بها للشِعرِ في الغَرب والشَّرقِ
Your radiant poems are the most eloquent banner
Through which we pledge allegiance to poetry in the West and East.
وشعرُكand your poetry شِعرُthe poetry of الشِّعرِpoetry فيin كلِّevery أُمَّةٍnation
وشعرُك شِعرُ الشِّعرِ في كلِّ أُمَّةٍ
تمِيلُinclines إلىtoward النَّقدشcriticism (likely intended: النقد) المُؤَيَّدِsupported بالصِّدقِby truth
تمِيلُ إلى النَّقدش المُؤَيَّدِ بالصِّدقِ
And your verse is the poetry of poetry in every nation
That inclines toward criticism supported by truth.
غُنيمٌGhunaym إذاwhen غَنَّاكَhe sings your praise أغنَىhe enriches وإِنand if رَثَىhe elegizes
غُنيمٌ إذا غَنَّاكَ أغنَى وإِن رَثَى
إلَىtoward المجدِglory أذكَىhe kindles العَزمَresolve فيin صَاحبِthe champion of الحقright
إلَى المجدِ أذكَى العَزمَ في صَاحبِ الحق
Ghunaym, when he sings your praise, enriches; and if he elegizes,
He kindles resolve for glory in the champion of right.
وإنand if قَصَّhe tells a tale خِلتَyou would think الشعرَpoetry يرسُمُpaints منظراa scene
وإن قَصَّ خِلتَ الشعرَ يرسُمُ منظرا
برِيشَةِwith the brush of فنَّانِan artist of الإجَادةِmastery والذَّوقand taste
برِيشَةِ فنَّانِ الإجَادةِ والذَّوق
And if he tells a tale, you would think poetry was painting a scene
With the brush of an artist of mastery and taste.