مَاذَاwhat سُؤَالُthe questioning النَّاسِof people عَنْabout مُتَرَدَّمِa breach to mend؟
مَاذَا سُؤَالُ النَّاسِ عَنْ مُتَرَدَّمِ؟
اِحْمِلْcarry هَوَاكَyour passion وَصُلْand charge بِهِwith it وَتَقَدَّمِand advance !!
اِحْمِلْ هَوَاكَ وَصُلْ بِهِ وَتَقَدَّمِ !!
What is this question people ask about a breach to mend?
What is the people's question about the ruin dweller?
Carry your passion, charge with it, and advance!
Carry your passion and reach it and excel!
فيin الشِّعْرِpoetry كَمْhow many مَعْنىًa meaning جَمُوحٍwild كَامِنٍhidden
في الشِّعْرِ كَمْ مَعْنىً جَمُوحٍ كَامِنٍ
فَانْفَذْso penetrate إِلَيْهِto it.. فَقَذْfor it may (apparently فَقَدْ) يَذِلُّyield لِمُلْهَمِto an inspired one
فَانْفَذْ إِلَيْهِ.. فَقَذْ يَذِلُّ لِمُلْهَمِ
In poetry, how many a wild meaning lies hidden!
In poetry how much raging meaning lies dormant
So pierce through to it; it may yield to one inspired.
So unleash it.. perhaps it will submit to the inspired one
وَالشِّعْرُand poetry والمعنىand meaning غَزَالٌa gazelle نَافِرٌskittish
وَالشِّعْرُ والمعنى غَزَالٌ نَافِرٌ
وَالسِّرُّand the secret فيin الصَّيَّادِthe hunter لاَnot فيin الأَسْهُمْthe arrows!!
وَالسِّرُّ في الصَّيَّادِ لاَ في الأَسْهُمْ!!
And poetry and meaning are a skittish gazelle,
Poetry and meaning are a wary gazelle
and the secret lies in the hunter, not in the arrows!
And the secret is in the hunter not the arrows
مَنْwhoever صَادَcaptured مَعْنىًa meaning أَوْقَعَتْهُensnared it حِبَالُهُhis snares
مَنْ صَادَ مَعْنىً أَوْقَعَتْهُ حِبَالُهُ
أَوْلَىmore deserving بِتَقْدِمَةٍof precedence عَلَىover الْمُتَقَدِّمِthe predecessor
أَوْلَى بِتَقْدِمَةٍ عَلَى الْمُتَقَدِّمِ
Whoever captures a meaning that his snares have caught
Whoever hunted a meaning, his ropes brought it down
is worthier of precedence than the one who came before.
More deserving of an offering than the exceler
يَاO دَارَdwelling of عَبْلَةَAbla قَدْindeed أَتَاكِhas come to you مُتَيَّمٌa love-stricken man
يَا دَارَ عَبْلَةَ قَدْ أَتَاكِ مُتَيَّمٌ
رُدِّيreturn عَلَيْهِto him سَلاَمَهُhis greeting وَتَكَلَّمِيand speak
رُدِّي عَلَيْهِ سَلاَمَهُ وَتَكَلَّمِي
O dwelling of Abla, a love-stricken man has come to you.
O Abela's house, Motayam has come to you
Return his greeting to him, and speak.
Return his greeting and speak
يَاO دَارُdwelling.. عَبْلَةُAbla فَارَقَتْكِhas left you وَخَلَّفَتْand left behind
يَا دَارُ.. عَبْلَةُ فَارَقَتْكِ وَخَلَّفَتْ
فِيكِin you الفُؤَادَthe heart وَصَبْوَةًand youthful longing لَمْnot تَهْرَمِhas grown old
فِيكِ الفُؤَادَ وَصَبْوَةً لَمْ تَهْرَمِ
O dwelling, Abla has left you and left behind
O House.. Abela left you and left
in you her heart and a youthful longing that has not aged.
In you the heart and youthfulness that did not decay
هَرِمَتْshe has aged وَمَاand not هَرِمَhas aged الغَرَامُlove.. وَصَرَّمَتْand she severed
هَرِمَتْ وَمَا هَرِمَ الغَرَامُ.. وَصَرَّمَتْ
وَصْلاًa bond.. وَحَبْلُand the cord of حَنِينِهَاher yearning لَمْnot يُصْرَمِwas severed
وَصْلاً.. وَحَبْلُ حَنِينِهَا لَمْ يُصْرَمِ
She has aged, but love has not; and she has severed
It decayed, and love did not decay, it aged
a bond, yet the cord of her yearning has not been cut.
Joining.. and the rope of her yearning was not severed
رَحَلَتْshe departed فَأَضْحَىso became كُلُّevery بَيْتٍhouse مُقْفِراًdeserted
رَحَلَتْ فَأَضْحَى كُلُّ بَيْتٍ مُقْفِراً
خَرِباًruined.. فَمَاso not أَلْقَتْshe laid down عَصَاthe staff of الْمُتَخَيِّمِthe camper
خَرِباً.. فَمَا أَلْقَتْ عَصَا الْمُتَخَيِّمِ
She departed, and every house became deserted,
She left so every house became desolate
ruined; she did not set down the camper's staff.
Ruined.. yet she did not cast off the stick of the camper
رَحَلَتْshe departed.. فَعَذْبُso sweet الْمَاءِwater مُهْلٌmolten metal آسِنٌfoul and stagnant
رَحَلَتْ.. فَعَذْبُ الْمَاءِ مُهْلٌ آسِنٌ
فيin حَلْقِهَاher throat مُرٌّbitter كَطَعْمِlike the taste of العَلْقَمِcolocynth
في حَلْقِهَا مُرٌّ كَطَعْمِ العَلْقَمِ
She departed; sweet water is molten metal, foul and stagnant,
She left.. so the sweetness of water is stale brackish
bitter in her throat as the taste of colocynth.
In her throat bitter like the taste of colocynth
إِنْif مَاever (emphatic) ارْتَدَتْshe donned ثَوْبَthe garment of السَّعَادَةِhappiness مَرَّةًonce
إِنْ مَا ارْتَدَتْ ثَوْبَ السَّعَادَةِ مَرَّةً
غَطَّىcovered سَعَادَتَهَاher happiness الزَّمَانُtime بِمَأْتَمِwith a funeral
غَطَّى سَعَادَتَهَا الزَّمَانُ بِمَأْتَمِ
If she donned the garment of happiness even once,
If she ever wore the garb of happiness
time shrouded her happiness in mourning.
Time covered her happiness with mourning
تَرْنُوgazes لَهَاat her الدُّنْيَاthe world بِوَجْهٍwith a face عَابِسٍfrowning
تَرْنُو لَهَا الدُّنْيَا بِوَجْهٍ عَابِسٍ
يُبْدِيbares نَوَاجِذَهُits molars لِغَيْرِnot for تَبَسُّمِsmiling
يُبْدِي نَوَاجِذَهُ لِغَيْرِ تَبَسُّمِ
The world gazes at her with a frowning face,
The world frowns at her with a sullen face
baring its teeth, but not in a smile.
Baring its teeth not smiling at her
فَارَقْتِyou left دَارَكِyour dwelling ثُمَّthen رُمْتِyou sought وِصَالَهَاreunion with it
فَارَقْتِ دَارَكِ ثُمَّ رُمْتِ وِصَالَهَا
عَسِرٌdifficult عَلَيْكِfor you طِلاَبُهَاseeking it ابْنَةَdaughter of مَخْرَمِMakhram!!
عَسِرٌ عَلَيْكِ طِلاَبُهَا ابْنَةَ مَخْرَمِ!!
You left your dwelling, then sought reunion with it;
You left your house then sought reunion with it
seeking it is hard for you, daughter of Makhram!
Hard for you is seeking it, daughter of Makram!
لَمْnot يَبْقَremained مِنْof وَطَنٍa homeland يُفَدَّىransomed أَوْor حِمىa sanctuary
لَمْ يَبْقَ مِنْ وَطَنٍ يُفَدَّى أَوْ حِمى
يَأْوِيtakes refuge إِلَيْهِin it مِنَfrom الْمَصَائِبِcalamities مُحْتَمِيone seeking protection
يَأْوِي إِلَيْهِ مِنَ الْمَصَائِبِ مُحْتَمِي
No homeland remains to be ransomed, nor a sanctuary
No homeland remains to be ransomed or protected
where one seeking protection can take refuge from calamities.
Sheltering the stricken from disasters
أَوْطَانُنَاour homelands أَطْلاَلُthe ruins of ذِكْرَىthe memory of نِعْمَةٍa blessing
أَوْطَانُنَا أَطْلاَلُ ذِكْرَى نِعْمَةٍ
بيعَتْwas sold بخُسْرٍat a loss... لاتَnot حينَa time for المَنْدَمِregret
بيعَتْ بخُسْرٍ... لاتَ حينَ المَنْدَمِ
Our homelands are the ruins of a remembered blessing,
Our homelands are ruins of a past blessing
sold at a loss—now is no time for regret.
Sold for pittance.. if only at the time of regret
مَاnot زِلْتُI have ceased أَبْكِيI weep مُذْsince وُلِدْتُI was born بِأَدْمُعٍwith tears
مَا زِلْتُ أَبْكِي مُذْ وُلِدْتُ بِأَدْمُعٍ
فُصْحَىeloquent تُرِيقُspill دِمَاءَthe blood of حُلْمٍa dream أَبْكَمِmute
فُصْحَى تُرِيقُ دِمَاءَ حُلْمٍ أَبْكَمِ
I have kept weeping since I was born, with tears
I have wept since I was born with tears
eloquent, spilling the blood of a mute dream.
Of wakefulness shedding the blood of silent wisdom
وَالدَّهْرُand time أَبْصَرُthe keenest-sighted مَنْof those whom رَأَيْتَyou have seen إذَاwhen اعْتَدَىit transgresses
وَالدَّهْرُ أَبْصَرُ مَنْ رَأَيْتَ إذَا اعْتَدَى
فَإِذَاso when اهْتَدَىit finds guidance أَوْor تَابَrepents مِنْof ظُلْمٍinjustice عَمِيit goes blind
فَإِذَا اهْتَدَى أَوْ تَابَ مِنْ ظُلْمٍ عَمِي
And time is the keenest-sighted of all you have seen when it transgresses;
And time is more insightful than you thought if it transgressed
but when it finds guidance or repents of injustice, it goes blind
But if it found guidance or repented from injustice, blind
وَيَنُوهُand loses its way (apparently وَيَتُوهُ) مِنْهُbecause of it.. فَكُلُّfor every بَاغٍoppressor مُفْصِحٌarticulate
وَيَنُوهُ مِنْهُ.. فَكُلُّ بَاغٍ مُفْصِحٌ
لَسِنٌfluent of tongue.. فَيَاso oh عَجَبِيmy wonder لِهَادٍat a guide أَعْجَمِinarticulate
لَسِنٌ.. فَيَا عَجَبِي لِهَادٍ أَعْجَمِ
and loses its way because of it; every oppressor is articulate,
It moans from it.. so every rebel is eloquent
fluent of tongue—how I marvel at a tongue-tied guide!
Tongues.. how strange the mute guide is to me!
فِيئِيreturn لِنَفْسِكِto yourself قَبْلَbefore فَيْئِكِyour return لِلْحِمَىto the sanctuary
فِيئِي لِنَفْسِكِ قَبْلَ فَيْئِكِ لِلْحِمَى
لَوْif لَمْnot تَضِلِّيyou had strayed فيin الهَوَىlove لَمْnot تَنْدَمِيyou would have regretted
لَوْ لَمْ تَضِلِّي في الهَوَى لَمْ تَنْدَمِي
Return to yourself before returning to the sanctuary;
Bring yourself before bringing protection to homelands
had you not strayed in love, you would not have regretted it.
Had you not gone astray in passion you would not regret
وَقِفِيand stand عَلَىat أَطْلَالِthe ruins of قَلْبِكِyour heart وَانْدُبِيand lament
وَقِفِي عَلَى أَطْلَالِ قَلْبِكِ وَانْدُبِي
قَبْلَbefore الدِّيَارِthe dwellings هَوَاكِyour love أُمَّUmm (mother of) الهَيْثَمِal-Haytham
قَبْلَ الدِّيَارِ هَوَاكِ أُمَّ الهَيْثَمِ
And stand at the ruins of your heart, and lament
Stop at your heart's ruins and mourn
your love before mourning the dwellings, Umm al-Haytham.
The homelands before your love O mother of Haitham
وابْكِيand weep for هَوىًa love أَخْلَىemptied فَؤَادَكِyour heart زيغُهits waywardness
وابْكِي هَوىً أَخْلَى فَؤَادَكِ زيغُه
مِنْof مَغْنَمٍgain فَأَكَبَّهُthen cast it headlong فيinto مَغْرَمِloss
مِنْ مَغْنَمٍ فَأَكَبَّهُ في مَغْرَمِ
And weep for a love whose waywardness emptied your heart
And cry for a passion whose deviation emptied your heart
of gain, then cast it headlong into loss.
From profit but plunged it into loss
لاَdo not تَنْشُدِيseek سَكَناًa dwelling.. فَلَيْسَfor it is not بِكَائِنٍexistent (emphatic)
لاَ تَنْشُدِي سَكَناً.. فَلَيْسَ بِكَائِنٍ
وَطَنٌa homeland بِغَيْرِapart from فُؤَادِكِyour heart الْمُتَضَرِّمِblazing
وَطَنٌ بِغَيْرِ فُؤَادِكِ الْمُتَضَرِّمِ
Seek no dwelling, for there is no
Do not seek rest.. there is no homeland
homeland apart from your blazing heart.
Without your burning heart, you who camp
وَالدَّارُand the dwelling وَهْمٌan illusion فيin زَمَانِكyour time خَادِعٌdeceptive
وَالدَّارُ وَهْمٌ في زَمَانِك خَادِعٌ
والرَّسْمُand the trace والأطلاَلُand the ruins مَحْضُsheer تَوَهُّمِimagining
والرَّسْمُ والأطلاَلُ مَحْضُ تَوَهُّمِ
And the dwelling is a deceptive illusion in your time,
The house is an illusion in your time, deceiving
and the traces and ruins are sheer imagining.
The outline and ruins are pure imagination
شُدِّيfasten الرِّحَالَthe saddles إِلَىtoward فُؤَادِكِyour heart وَانْزِليand alight
شُدِّي الرِّحَالَ إِلَى فُؤَادِكِ وَانْزِلي
جَلَّhow noble الفُؤَادُthe heart –فُدِيتِmay you be ransomed مِنْas a مُتَخَيَّمcamping place
جَلَّ الفُؤَادُ –فُدِيتِ مِنْ مُتَخَيَّم
Saddle up for your heart, and alight there.
Head with your tents to your heart and descend
How noble a campsite the heart is—may you be ransomed!
May the heart be ransomed - from you who camp
وَخُذِيand take بِأَيْدِيby the hands of النَّاسِpeople نَحْوَtoward قُلُوبِهِمْtheir hearts
وَخُذِي بِأَيْدِي النَّاسِ نَحْوَ قُلُوبِهِمْ
فَالتِّيهُfor bewilderment فيin الأَلْبَابِminds لاَnot فيin الْمَعْلَمِthe landmark
فَالتِّيهُ في الأَلْبَابِ لاَ في الْمَعْلَمِ
And lead people by the hand toward their hearts,
And take the people's hands toward their hearts
for bewilderment lies in minds, not in landmarks.
Lost are the minds not the landmarks
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.