بَكَتِwept الْعُيُونُthe eyes وَلاتَbut it is not حِينَa time بُكَاءِweeping
بَكَتِ الْعُيُونُ وَلاتَ حِينَ بُكَاءِ
الْحِينُthe time حِينُa time مَدَافِعٍcannons وَدِمَاءِand blood
الْحِينُ حِينُ مَدَافِعٍ وَدِمَاءِ
The eyes wept, but this is no time for weeping.
The eyes wept when crying,
Now is the time of cannons and blood.
At the time of cannons and blood,
شَيْخًاan old man قَعِيدًاunable to walk يَقْذِفُونَthey bombard لِيَسْعَدُواso that they may rejoice
شَيْخًا قَعِيدًا يَقْذِفُونَ لِيَسْعَدُوا
عَجِبَwas astonished الْوَرَىhumankind مِنْat خِسَّةٍbaseness وَغَبَاءِand stupidity
عَجِبَ الْوَرَى مِنْ خِسَّةٍ وَغَبَاءِ
They bombard an old man unable to walk, so they may rejoice.
An old man sitting, whom they cast
Humanity was astonished at such baseness and stupidity.
The world was amazed at their vileness and stupidity,
وَمَتَىand when الصَّوَارِيخُthe missiles الْبَئِيسَةُwretched زَلْزَلَتْshook
وَمَتَى الصَّوَارِيخُ الْبَئِيسَةُ زَلْزَلَتْ
جَبَلاًa mountain؟! فَيَاso, oh لَتَعَاسَةِwhat misery for الْجُبَنَاءِthe cowards!
جَبَلاً؟! فَيَا لَتَعَاسَةِ الْجُبَنَاءِ!
And when have the wretched missiles shaken
And when will the miserable rockets shake
A mountain?! Oh, the misery of cowards!
A mountain?! So miserable are the cowards!
قَتَلُوكَthey killed you يَاO رَمْزَsymbol of الصُّمُودِsteadfastness فَقَدْfor indeed رَأَوْاthey saw
قَتَلُوكَ يَا رَمْزَ الصُّمُودِ فَقَدْ رَأَوْا
جَبَلاًa mountain سَمَاrose high مِنْfrom عِزَّةٍdignity وَإِبَاءِand defiance
جَبَلاً سَمَا مِنْ عِزَّةٍ وَإِبَاءِ
They killed you, O symbol of steadfastness, for they had seen
They killed you, O symbol of steadfastness, for they saw
A mountain that soared with dignity and defiance.
A towering mountain of dignity and resoluteness
وَرَأَوْكَand they saw you نَهْرًاa river يَرْتَوِيdrinks its fill مِنْهُfrom it الْهُدَىguidance
وَرَأَوْكَ نَهْرًا يَرْتَوِي مِنْهُ الْهُدَى
أَبْطَالُheroes of أُمَّتِنَاour nation وَكُلُّand every فِدَائِيself-sacrificing fighter
أَبْطَالُ أُمَّتِنَا وَكُلُّ فِدَائِي
And they saw you as a river whose guidance quenches the thirst
And they saw you as a river, from which guidance is derived
Of our nation's heroes and every self-sacrificing fighter.
The heroes of our nation and all who sacrifice
وَرَأَوْكَand they saw you نَجْمًاa star ثَائِرًاrebellious تَهْدِيyou guide إِلَىtoward
وَرَأَوْكَ نَجْمًا ثَائِرًا تَهْدِي إِلَى
دَرْبِthe path of الْجِهَادِjihad وَرِفْعَةٍand honor وَوَفَاءِand fidelity
دَرْبِ الْجِهَادِ وَرِفْعَةٍ وَوَفَاءِ
And they saw you as a rebellious star, guiding toward
And they saw you as a rising star guiding towards
The path of jihad, honor, and fidelity.
The path of jihad, nobility, and loyalty
وَرَأَوْكَand they saw you بَدْرًاa full moon فِيin ظَلامٍdarkness دَامِسٍpitch-black
وَرَأَوْكَ بَدْرًا فِي ظَلامٍ دَامِسٍ
لِتَظَلَّso that it may remain أُمَّتُنَاour nation بِغَيْرِwithout ضِيَاءِlight
لِتَظَلَّ أُمَّتُنَا بِغَيْرِ ضِيَاءِ
And they saw you as a full moon in pitch-black darkness,
And they saw you as a moon in deep darkness
So that our nation might remain without light.
So that our nation does not remain without illumination
وَرَأَوْكَand they saw you لَيْثًاa lion إِنْif زَأَرْتَyou roared تَزَلْزَلُواthey trembled
وَرَأَوْكَ لَيْثًا إِنْ زَأَرْتَ تَزَلْزَلُوا
وَلَئِنْand if indeed رَنَوْتَyou gazed فَرُعْبُهُمْthen their terror كَظِبَاءِlike gazelles
وَلَئِنْ رَنَوْتَ فَرُعْبُهُمْ كَظِبَاءِ
And they saw you as a lion: if you roared, they trembled;
And they saw you as a lion, if you roar they tremble
And if you gazed, their terror was like that of gazelles.
And if you growl, their terror is like hyenas
وَرَأَوْكَand they saw you رُوحًاa spirit تَبْعَثُyou resurrect الأَمْوَاتَthe dead مِنْfrom
وَرَأَوْكَ رُوحًا تَبْعَثُ الأَمْوَاتَ مِنْ
قَبْرِthe grave of الْهَوَانِhumiliation وَذِلَّةِand the abasement of الْعُمَلاءِcollaborators
قَبْرِ الْهَوَانِ وَذِلَّةِ الْعُمَلاءِ
And they saw you as a spirit that raises the dead from
And they saw you as a spirit that brings the dead to life
The grave of humiliation and the abasement of collaborators.
From the grave of disgrace and humiliation of servants
كَانَتْwas خِيَانَتُهُمْtheir treachery كَعَاهِرَةٍlike a whore تُجَاstart of 'proclaims openly'
كَانَتْ خِيَانَتُهُمْ كَعَاهِرَةٍ تُجَا
هِرُcompletion of 'proclaims openly' بِالعَفَافِof chastity بِطُهْرِهَاof her purity بِحَيَاءِof modesty
هِرُ بِالعَفَافِ بِطُهْرِهَا بِحَيَاءِ
Their treachery was like a whore openly proclaiming
Their betrayal was like a whore claiming to be
Chastity, her purity, and modesty.
Chaste, with her virginity and modesty
كَانَwas الخِيَانَةُtreachery كَالنُّجُومِlike the stars دَفَنْتَهَاyou buried it
كَانَ الخِيَانَةُ كَالنُّجُومِ دَفَنْتَهَا
فِيin الأَرْضِthe earth حِينَwhen أَتَيْتَyou came بِالشُّرَفَاءِwith the honorable
فِي الأَرْضِ حِينَ أَتَيْتَ بِالشُّرَفَاءِ
Treachery was like the stars; you buried it
Betrayal was like the stars you buried
In the earth when you came with the honorable.
In the ground when you came with the honorable
كَانَwas الغِنَاءُthe singing عَلَىover الجِرَاحِthe wounds وَهَاand here هُمُthey
كَانَ الغِنَاءُ عَلَى الجِرَاحِ وَهَا هُمُ
يَتَرَاقَصُونَthey dance عَلَىover أَسَىthe sorrow of الأَشْلاءِthe torn limbs
يَتَرَاقَصُونَ عَلَى أَسَى الأَشْلاءِ
There was singing over the wounds, and here they are,
The singing was over wounds while they
Dancing over the sorrow of torn limbs.
Dance over the agony of the mutilated
هَذِيthis حَيَاتُكَyour life ثُمَّthen مَوْتُكَyour death كَشَّفَاboth laid bare
هَذِي حَيَاتُكَ ثُمَّ مَوْتُكَ كَشَّفَا
عَوْرَاتِهِمْtheir nakedness وَفُجُورَهُمْand their depravity بِجَلاءِplainly
عَوْرَاتِهِمْ وَفُجُورَهُمْ بِجَلاءِ
This life of yours, and then your death, both laid bare
This was your life then your death exposed
Their nakedness and their depravity, plainly.
Their nakedness and immorality openly
أَوَلَمْand did ... not? يَرَوْاthey see تِلْكَthat الدِّمَاblood كَمْhow many أَنْبَتَتْit made sprout
أَوَلَمْ يَرَوْا تِلْكَ الدِّمَا كَمْ أَنْبَتَتْ
فِيin أَرْضِنَاour land مِنْof زُمْرَةِa company of الشُّهَدَاءِthe martyrs
فِي أَرْضِنَا مِنْ زُمْرَةِ الشُّهَدَاءِ
Did they not see how abundantly that blood brought forth
Did they not see that blood, how much it grew
A host of martyrs in our land?
In our land ranks of martyrs?
كَيْفَhow الْكَلامُspeech يَصِيرُbecomes حَيًّاalive بَيْنَمَاwhile
كَيْفَ الْكَلامُ يَصِيرُ حَيًّا بَيْنَمَا
لاno فَرْقَdifference بَيْنَbetween الْحُمْقِfolly وَالْبُلَغَاءِand the eloquent
لا فَرْقَ بَيْنَ الْحُمْقِ وَالْبُلَغَاءِ
How does speech come alive, while
How can words come alive while there is no
There is no difference between folly and the eloquent?
Difference between fools and eloquent?
كَيْفَhow الْقَعِيدُthe man unable to walk يَصِيرُbecomes لَيْثًاa lion فِيin الْوَغَىbattle
كَيْفَ الْقَعِيدُ يَصِيرُ لَيْثًا فِي الْوَغَى
وَجُيُوشُنَاand our armies كَالشَّاةِlike a sheep فِيin خُيَلاءِarrogant pride
وَجُيُوشُنَا كَالشَّاةِ فِي خُيَلاءِ
How does the man unable to walk become a lion in battle,
How can the sitting become lions in battle
While our armies are like a sheep in arrogant pride?
While our armies are sheep in vanity?
كَيْفَhow الأَبِيُّthe unbowed man يَصِيرُbecomes أَشْلاءًtorn limbs فَنَتْperished
كَيْفَ الأَبِيُّ يَصِيرُ أَشْلاءً فَنَتْ
فَتَصِيرَso it becomes مِيتَتُهُhis manner of death مُنَىthe aspirations of الْكُرَمَاءِthe noble
فَتَصِيرَ مِيتَتُهُ مُنَى الْكُرَمَاءِ
How does the unbowed man become torn limbs, annihilated,
How can the resolute become mutilated parts
So that his death becomes the aspiration of the noble?
So that his death becomes the wish of the generous?
يَاO فَخْرَpride of أُمَّتِنَاour nation وَرُعْبَand terror of عُدَاتِنَاour enemies
يَا فَخْرَ أُمَّتِنَا وَرُعْبَ عُدَاتِنَا
يَاO مَنْyou who رَمَيْتَyou pelted ظَلامَنَاour darkness بِضِيَاءِwith light
يَا مَنْ رَمَيْتَ ظَلامَنَا بِضِيَاءِ
O pride of our nation and terror of our enemies,
O pride of our nation and terror of our enemies
O you who hurled light at our darkness,
O you who dispelled our darkness with light
يَاO أَيُّهَاyou اللَّيْثُthe lion المُوَدِّعُbidding farewell to بُؤْسَنَاour misery
يَا أَيُّهَا اللَّيْثُ المُوَدِّعُ بُؤْسَنَا
يَاO مَنْyou who بَكَتْكَwept for you قُلُوبُنَاour hearts بِدِمَاءِwith blood
يَا مَنْ بَكَتْكَ قُلُوبُنَا بِدِمَاءِ
O lion, bidding farewell to our misery,
O lion, farewelling our misery
O you for whom our hearts wept blood,
O you for whom our hearts bled
يَاO مَنْyou who بَكَتْكَwept for you الأرْضُthe earth كَالثَّكْلَىlike a bereaved mother وَذِيand these
يَا مَنْ بَكَتْكَ الأرْضُ كَالثَّكْلَى وَذِي
أُسْدُlions of الشَّرَىal-Shara تَبْكِيكَweep for you فِيin الأَنْحَاءِthe regions
أُسْدُ الشَّرَى تَبْكِيكَ فِي الأَنْحَاءِ
O you for whom the earth wept like a bereaved mother, and these
O you for whom the land wept like a bereaved woman
Lions of al-Shara weep for you in every quarter.
The lion of evil weeps for you everywhere
يَبْكِيكَweep for you أَحْرَارُthe free people of الْوَرَىhumankind وَأُبَاتُهُمْand their unbowed ones
يَبْكِيكَ أَحْرَارُ الْوَرَى وَأُبَاتُهُمْ
يُؤْسِيsoothes الجِرَاحَthe wounds رَجَاءُhope for يَوْمِa day of لِقَاءِreunion
يُؤْسِي الجِرَاحَ رَجَاءُ يَوْمِ لِقَاءِ
The free and unbowed of the world weep for you;
The free of the world and their loyal ones weep for you
Hope for a day of reunion soothes the wounds.
The hope of meeting again saddens the wounds
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.