Claude 2

  1. لم تشتكي عيناك من علة

    يا من غدا إنسان عين الكمال

    Your eyes never complained of any ailment,

    O you who became the epitome of perfection.

  2. لكنها أصداء مرآتها

    لما صفت أنفاس طيف الخيال

    But they are the echoes of its mirror

    When the breaths of the phantom of imagination were purified.