وَالشَمسُand the sun شاحِبَةُpale الجَبينِthe brow مَريضَةٌsick
وَالشَمسُ شاحِبَةُ الجَبينِ مَريضَةٌ
وَالريحُand the wind خافِقَةُfluttering الجَناحِthe wing بَليلُdamp and cool
وَالريحُ خافِقَةُ الجَناحِ بَليلُ
And the sun is sick, its brow pale,
The sun is pale-faced, sickly,
And the wind flutters its wing, damp and cool.
The wind flutters its wings in the night,
وَالبَرقُand the lightning مُنخَزِلٌcrumpling يُكِبُّfalls forward لِوَجهِهِonto its face
وَالبَرقُ مُنخَزِلٌ يُكِبُّ لِوَجهِهِ
وَيَمُجَّand spews روحَthe spirit الراحِthe wine مِنهُby it قَتيلُslain
وَيَمُجَّ روحَ الراحِ مِنهُ قَتيلُ
And lightning crumples, falling face-first,
Lightning scowls and turns its face,
And spews the spirit of wine, slain by it.
As the soul of comfort dies by its hand.
وَالكَأسُand the cup طِرفٌa noble steed أَشقَرٌchestnut قَدalready جالَgalloped فيin
وَالكَأسُ طِرفٌ أَشقَرٌ قَد جالَ في
عَرقٍsweat عَلَيهِover it مِنof الحَبابِthe bubbles يَسيلُstreams
عَرقٍ عَلَيهِ مِن الحَبابِ يَسيلُ
And the cup is a chestnut steed that has galloped in
The goblet has a blond rim that glimmers
Sweat of bubbles streaming over it.
With beads of sweat rolling down.
يَسعىmoves about بِهاwith it قَمَرٌa moon لَهُfor him وَلِكَأسِهِand for his cup
يَسعى بِها قَمَرٌ لَهُ وَلِكَأسِهِ
وَجهٌa face أَغَرُّradiant وَمَبسِمٌand a smiling mouth مَعسولُhoneyed
وَجهٌ أَغَرُّ وَمَبسِمٌ مَعسولُ
A moon carries it round; both he and his cup have
The moon pursues it, for the cup and its face
A radiant face and a honeyed mouth.
Are most tender, its smile sweetened.
شاكيfully armed السِلاحِthe weapons لِقَدِّهِfor his stature وَلِطَرفِهِand for his glance
شاكي السِلاحِ لِقَدِّهِ وَلِطَرفِهِ
رُمحٌa spear أَصَمُّsolid وَصارِمٌand a keen sword مَسلولُunsheathed
رُمحٌ أَصَمُّ وَصارِمٌ مَسلولُ
Fully armed: his stature and his glance are
My friend complains of its sword and edge,
A solid spear and an unsheathed sword.
A spear, deaf and unsheathed.
وَأَخٍand a friend تَهُزُّsways لَهُfor him العُلىglory أَعطافَهاits shoulders
وَأَخٍ تَهُزُّ لَهُ العُلى أَعطافَها
فَكَأَنَّهُso, as though he were رَيحانَةٌa basil sprig وَشُمولُand wine
فَكَأَنَّهُ رَيحانَةٌ وَشُمولُ
And a friend for whom glory sways its shoulders,
A brother whose stately height sways,
So he seems a sprig of basil and wine.
As though he were fragrant basil.
راضَعتُهُI suckled with him كَأسَthe cup المُدامِthe wine وَبَينَناand between us
راضَعتُهُ كَأسَ المُدامِ وَبَينَنا
بِجَنىwith the fruit of الحَديثِconversation حَديقَةٌa garden وَقَبولُand an east breeze
بِجَنى الحَديثِ حَديقَةٌ وَقَبولُ
I suckled with him at the cup of wine; and between us
I suckled at the wine’s cup ‘twixt us
Were a garden of conversation’s fruit and an east breeze.
A garden bloomed in the paradise of talk.
مَيّاسُgracefully swaying أَعطافِthe shoulders of السَماحِgenerosity كَأَنَّهُas though he were
مَيّاسُ أَعطافِ السَماحِ كَأَنَّهُ
غُصنٌa bough تَنَفَّسَbreathed نَورُهُits blossom مَطلولُbedewed
غُصنٌ تَنَفَّسَ نَورُهُ مَطلولُ
With generosity’s swaying shoulders, as though he were
The inclination of his genteel sides seems
A dew-drenched bough whose blossom breathes.
A branch breathing light set free.
تَندىexude dew لَهاfor it وَرداًroses أَسِرَّةُthe lines of كَفِّهِhis palm
تَندى لَها وَرداً أَسِرَّةُ كَفِّهِ
أَبَداًforever وَبَطنُand the hollow of يَمينِهِhis right hand مَبلولُwet
أَبَداً وَبَطنُ يَمينِهِ مَبلولُ
The lines of his palm shed roses like dew for it,
The petals of his palm distill dew,
Forever; and the hollow of his right hand is wet.
The belly of his right hand overflowing.
طَلقُcheerful الجَبينِthe brow وَلِلحُسامِand for the keen sword تَبَسَّمٌa smile
طَلقُ الجَبينِ وَلِلحُسامِ تَبَسَّمٌ
طاويlean المَصيرِthe gut وَبِالقَناةِand in the lance ذُبولُwithering
طاوي المَصيرِ وَبِالقَناةِ ذُبولُ
Bright-browed, and the keen sword smiles;
Serene of brow, his sword smiles,
Lean-bellied, and the lance is withered thin.
Fateful, languorous, withering in its sheath.
لِلناسِfor people فيهِabout him مِنَfrom الكَلامِspeech شَواهِدٌtestimonies
لِلناسِ فيهِ مِنَ الكَلامِ شَواهِدٌ
وَبِمَضرَبِand on the striking edge of السَيفِthe sword الجُرازِcleaving فُلولُnotches
وَبِمَضرَبِ السَيفِ الجُرازِ فُلولُ
People have testimonies about him in their speech,
In him, people find eloquent testaments,
And the cleaving sword’s striking edge bears notches.
And in the strike of his sword, remnants.
يَمتاحُdraws up أَرواحَthe souls of الكُماةِarmored warriors بِكَفِّهِin his hand
يَمتاحُ أَرواحَ الكُماةِ بِكَفِّهِ
شَطنٌa long rope يُمَرُّis twisted tight مِنَfrom القَناspear-shafts مَفتولُtwisted
شَطنٌ يُمَرُّ مِنَ القَنا مَفتولُ
In his hand, the armored warriors’ souls are drawn up
With his palm he quenches the souls of warriors,
By a long rope, tightly twisted from spear-shafts.
A torrent pouring out the valleys.
فيin حَيثُwhere مِنfrom حُرِّfierceness الطِعانِspear combat هَجيرَةٌnoonday heat
في حَيثُ مِن حُرِّ الطِعانِ هَجيرَةٌ
تُحمىis heated وَمِنand from ظِلِّthe shade of اللِواءِthe banner مَقيلُmidday rest
تُحمى وَمِن ظِلِّ اللِواءِ مَقيلُ
There, where a noonday heat from fierce spear-thrusts
Where the whinny of the piercing blades sounds,
Blazes, and the banner’s shade affords midday rest.
Sheltered, and in the shade of banners, rest.
وَالنَقعُand the battle-dust أَدهَمُa black steed لِلرِماحِfor the spears بِوَجهِهِon its face
وَالنَقعُ أَدهَمُ لِلرِماحِ بِوَجهِهِ
غُرَرٌwhite blazes تَلوحُgleam وَلِلسُيوفِand for the swords حُجولُwhite stockings
غُرَرٌ تَلوحُ وَلِلسُيوفِ حُجولُ
And battle-dust is a black steed, with spears on its face as
The plain turns red for the spears on its face,
Gleaming white blazes, and swords as white stockings.
Temptations glisten, swords blaze.
وَالخَيلُand the horses سَطرٌa line of script بِالأَسِنَّةِwith spearheads مُعجَمٌdotted
وَالخَيلُ سَطرٌ بِالأَسِنَّةِ مُعجَمٌ
وَبِحَدِّand with the edge of أَلسِنَةِthe tongues of الظُبىsword-blades مَشكولُvowel-marked
وَبِحَدِّ أَلسِنَةِ الظُبى مَشكولُ
And the horses are a line of script, dotted with spearheads,
Horses inscribe occult letters with their tongues,
And vowel-marked by the keen tongues of sword-blades.
Encrypted by the tongues of mountain gazelles.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.