سَلاَمٌa greeting يُغَادِيvisits in the morning جَوَّكُمْyour air ويُرَاوحُهْand visits it in the evening
سَلاَمٌ يُغَادِي جَوَّكُمْ ويُرَاوحُهْ
ونَشْرُand the fragrance of ثَنَاءٍpraise يَنْتَحِيكُمْmakes toward you رَوائِحُهْits scents
ونَشْرُ ثَنَاءٍ يَنْتَحِيكُمْ رَوائِحُهْ
A greeting visits your air each morning and evening,
Greetings caress your air and their fragrance reaches you,
and the fragrance of praise wafts its scents toward you.
And praise spreads with a scent that chooses you.
ولاand may not زَالَcease مَرْفُوعُraised aloft الدُّعَاءِprayer يَؤُمُّكُمْhead toward you
ولا زَالَ مَرْفُوعُ الدُّعَاءِ يَؤُمُّكُمْ
عَلَىupon كَاهِلِthe shoulder of البَرْقِthe lightning الشَّماليِّnorthern صَالحُهْits good part
عَلَى كَاهِلِ البَرْقِ الشَّماليِّ صَالحُهْ
And may prayers raised aloft keep heading toward you,
Supplication still upheld carries you
their good wishes borne on the shoulder of northern lightning.
On the shoulder of the auspicious north wind prospering you.
أأحبَابَنَاO our beloved ones والمَرْءُand a person ياO ربَّماsometimes دَعَاcalled
أأحبَابَنَا والمَرْءُ يا ربَّما دَعَا
أخَاa brother of النأْيِdistance إنْif ضَاقَتْgrew narrow عَلَيهِfor him منادِحُهْhis ways of escape
أخَا النأْيِ إنْ ضَاقَتْ عَلَيهِ منادِحُهْ
O our beloved ones—a man, ah, may sometimes call
My loved ones - a person may call
upon a distant brother if his ways of escape grow narrow.
A far-off brother when his grievance overwhelms him.
هَلِwill الدَّهْرُtime مُدْنِينِيbringing me near إلَيكُمْto you فمُبْرِدٌand thus cooling
هَلِ الدَّهْرُ مُدْنِينِي إلَيكُمْ فمُبْرِدٌ
لهيبَthe blaze of اشْتياقٍlonging يَرْمُضُscorches القَلْبَthe heart لافحُهْits scorching blast
لهيبَ اشْتياقٍ يَرْمُضُ القَلْبَ لافحُهْ
Will time bring me near you, and so cool
Has time brought me nearer to you? For I am cold
the blaze of longing whose scorching breath sears the heart,
With yearning whose ardor kindles the heart it envelops.
ومُجمِدُand freezing دَمعٍtears كُلَّمَاwhenever هَتَفَتْcalled بِهِto it
ومُجمِدُ دَمعٍ كُلَّمَا هَتَفَتْ بِهِ
دَوَاعِيthe promptings of هَوَاكُمْlove for you أقرَحَulcerated الجَفْنَthe eyelid سَافحُهْits pouring stream
دَوَاعِي هَوَاكُمْ أقرَحَ الجَفْنَ سَافحُهْ
and freeze the tears that, whenever summoned
And tears that freeze whenever the promptings
by the promptings of love for you, pour down and ulcerate the eyelid?
Of your love make my eyelids flow with weeping.
كفَىit is enough حَزَناًgrief أنِّيthat I am بشِيرازin Shiraz مُفْرَدٌalone
كفَى حَزَناً أنِّي بشِيراز مُفْرَدٌ
أبَاكِرُI meet at dawn ماwhat يُضْنِيwastes الحَشَاthe heart وأُراوحُهْand meet it at evening
أبَاكِرُ ما يُضْنِي الحَشَا وأُراوحُهْ
It is grief enough that I am alone in Shiraz,
Enough of sorrow that I am alone in Shiraz
meeting at dawn and dusk what wastes my heart,
Waking early, saddened by desolation, spending my day.
وفَردُand alone amid هُمُومٍcares لَوْif تَضَيَّفْنَthey lodged as guests with يَذْبُلاًYadhbul
وفَردُ هُمُومٍ لَوْ تَضَيَّفْنَ يَذْبُلاً
تَضَاءَلَit shrank واسْتعلَتْand rose high عَلَيهِabove it أباطحُهْits gravelly valleys
تَضَاءَلَ واسْتعلَتْ عَلَيهِ أباطحُهْ
and alone with cares that, if they lodged on Yadhbul,
And bearing worries that, were they to alight enfeebled,
would make it shrink, its gravelly valleys rising above it.
Would wither and the calamities looming over them would rise high.
وشَوقاًand longing لَوif اسْتجْلَىsought to behold سَنَاهُits radiance أخُوa companion of الدُّجَىdarkness
وشَوقاً لَو اسْتجْلَى سَنَاهُ أخُو الدُّجَى
لأغْنَاهُwould suffice him عنwithout ضوءِthe light of المَصَابيحِthe lamps قَادحُهْits kindler
لأغْنَاهُ عن ضوءِ المَصَابيحِ قَادحُهْ
And such longing—if a companion of darkness sought its radiance,
And a longing - if its years grew old to the companion of gloom -
its kindling fire would suffice him without the light of lamps.
Its glow would suffice him, needing no lamps' light.
وَعَيناًand an eye تُرينِيshows me جَفْنَهَاits eyelid فيin اخْتلاجِهِits twitching
وَعَيناً تُرينِي جَفْنَهَا في اخْتلاجِهِ
منof الضُّرِّaffliction ماwhat يسترحلُdrives away الصَّبْرَpatience فادحُهْits crushing weight
من الضُّرِّ ما يسترحلُ الصَّبْرَ فادحُهْ
And an eye that shows me, in its eyelid's twitching,
And eyes that show me their lids convulsing
such pain that its crushing weight drives patience away.
With pain that strips endurance bare and lays it open.
غَدَاit became وهوwhile it is عُنْوانُthe emblem of الحَوَادثِcalamities فاسْتَوَىso became equal
غَدَا وهو عُنْوانُ الحَوَادثِ فاسْتَوَى
لَدَيهِbefore it بِهِthrough it خَافِيَthe hidden part of البَلاءِaffliction وواضحُهْand its manifest part
لَدَيهِ بِهِ خَافِيَ البَلاءِ وواضحُهْ
It has become the emblem of calamities, so that
The morrow came, and it is the title page of events,
through it, hidden and manifest affliction stand alike.
Before it the hidden and the manifest tribulations.
وأشياءُand things ضَاقَwas too narrow النَّظْمُverse عَنْهَاfor them وبَعْضُهَاand some of them
وأشياءُ ضَاقَ النَّظْمُ عَنْهَا وبَعْضُهَا
يَلُوذُseeks refuge بِظِلِّin the shade of الاسْتِقالةِasking to be excused شَارحُهْits interpreter
يَلُوذُ بِظِلِّ الاسْتِقالةِ شَارحُهْ
And things beyond the compass of verse, some of which
And there are things too narrow for verse, some of them
make their teller seek the shade of being excused.
Taking refuge in the shade of reticence that reveals them.
أَحِنُّI yearn فَلاso not ألقَىI find سِوَىother than هَاتفِthe caller of الضُّحَىforenoon
أَحِنُّ فَلا ألقَى سِوَى هَاتفِ الضُّحَى
يُطَارِحُنِيexchanges with me شكوَىcomplaints of النَّوَىseparation وأُطَارحُهْand I exchange with him
يُطَارِحُنِي شكوَى النَّوَى وأُطَارحُهْ
I yearn, and find none but the caller of the morning,
I grieve, and meet none but the dawn's caller
who trades complaints of separation with me, and I with him.
Casting my troubles and I hurl them away.
يُقَطِّعُpasses آناءَthe hours of النَّهَارِthe day بنوحِهِwith his lamenting
يُقَطِّعُ آناءَ النَّهَارِ بنوحِهِ
إلىuntil أَنْthat يَرَىhe sees وجهَthe face of الظَّلامِdarkness يُصَافِحُهْshakes hands with him
إلى أَنْ يَرَى وجهَ الظَّلامِ يُصَافِحُهْ
He passes the hours of the day in lamentation,
It cuts the hours of daylight with its wailing
until he sees the face of darkness shaking hands with him.
Until it sees the face of darkness greeting it.
وإنَّand indeed لَهُhe has بَعْدَafter الهُدُوِّstillness لَعَوْلَةًindeed a wail
وإنَّ لَهُ بَعْدَ الهُدُوِّ لَعَوْلَةً
وأُخْرَىand another وأشْجَىand the most heartrending النَّوْحِlament مَاthat which لَجَّpersisted نائِحُهْits mourner
وأُخْرَى وأشْجَى النَّوْحِ مَا لَجَّ نائِحُهْ
And even after stillness falls, he gives a wail,
And it has, after stillness, a bout
and another—the saddest lament is one whose mourner will not cease.
And another - the most woeful of crying when its mourner is not restrained.
شَكَاbewailed وَحْشَتِيmy solitude شَجْنٌgrief ونَأْيٌand separation فَأَجْهشَتْso burst into sobs
شَكَا وَحْشَتِي شَجْنٌ ونَأْيٌ فَأَجْهشَتْ
لَهُfor him وُرْقُهُhis gray doves مِمَّاbecause of what تَجِنُّconceal جَوَارِحُهْhis limbs
لَهُ وُرْقُهُ مِمَّا تَجِنُّ جَوَارِحُهْ
Grief and separation bewailed my solitude, and sobs broke forth
It complained of my loneliness - a lament and remoteness - so
for him from his gray doves, at what his body harbored.
Its leaves sobbed at what makes its feathers tremble.
يَكَادُhe almost إذَاwhen هَزَّhe shook الجَنَاحَthe wing فَخَانَهُand it failed him
يَكَادُ إذَا هَزَّ الجَنَاحَ فَخَانَهُ
تُقَصُّare severed بِتَرْجيعِby the trilling of الحَنِينِyearning جَوانِحُهْhis ribs
تُقَصُّ بِتَرْجيعِ الحَنِينِ جَوانِحُهْ
When he shakes his wing and it fails him, he nearly has
When it flaps its wings but they fail it
his ribs cut through by the trilling of longing.
Its trilling comes near to making its sides bleed.
خَلاَexcept أنَّهُthat he is ذُوa possessor of رفْقَةٍcompanions فمَتَىso whenever دَعَاhe calls
خَلاَ أنَّهُ ذُو رفْقَةٍ فمَتَى دَعَا
تُجبْهُanswer him علىat قُرْبِthe nearness of المكَانِthe place صَوادحُهْhis singing birds
تُجبْهُ على قُرْبِ المكَانِ صَوادحُهْ
Except that he has companions: whenever he calls,
Except that it has a companion, so if it calls
his singing fellows answer him from nearby.
Its companions answer from nearby places.
وإنِّيand I إذَاwhen ماever اشتقتُكُمْI long for you حَالَstood as a barrier دُونَكُمْbetween you
وإنِّي إذَا ما اشتقتُكُمْ حَالَ دُونَكُمْ
ودُونِيَand between me غِيطانُthe hollows of الفَلاthe wilderness وصَحَاصِحُهْand its barren flats
ودُونِيَ غِيطانُ الفَلا وصَحَاصِحُهْ
But I, whenever I long for you, find between you
While when I miss you, between you and me are impediments -
and me the wilderness's hollows and barren flats,
The howling wilderness and the roaring torrents.
ومُلْتَطِمُand a clashing sea of الأمْوَاجِwaves ماnever عَبَثَتْtoyed بِهِwith it
ومُلْتَطِمُ الأمْوَاجِ ما عَبَثَتْ بِهِ
يَدُthe hand of الرِّيحِthe wind إلاَّexcept that وامتَطَىand mounted النَّجْمَthe stars طَافحُهْits overflowing swell
يَدُ الرِّيحِ إلاَّ وامتَطَى النَّجْمَ طَافحُهْ
and a sea of clashing waves, never toyed with
And the waves crashing with what the wind's hand toyed with
by the wind's hand without its swell mounting the stars.
But the star surmounted the foam overwhelming it.
علَىalthough أنَّهُhe is فيin السِّجْنِprison أرْغَدُmore comfortable عيشِهِhis life
علَى أنَّهُ في السِّجْنِ أرْغَدُ عيشِهِ
ولاand not يَسْتَويare equal دانِيone near القَرِيبِa kinsman ونَازحُهْand one far from him
ولا يَسْتَوي دانِي القَرِيبِ ونَازحُهْ
Yet even in prison his life is more comfortable,
Though in prison, its life is most comfortable,
and one near his kin and one far from them are not alike.
And the near and the remote dweller are not equal.
يَشُنُّlaunches عَلَيَّagainst me البُعْدُdistance غَاراتِthe raids of جَورِهِits tyranny
يَشُنُّ عَلَيَّ البُعْدُ غَاراتِ جَورِهِ
وتَهْتفُand call out بيto me مِنْfrom كُلِّevery جوٍّquarter صَوائِحُهْits shriekers
وتَهْتفُ بي مِنْ كُلِّ جوٍّ صَوائِحُهْ
Distance launches against me the raids of its tyranny,
Absence raids me with its tyranny
and its clamoring voices call to me from every quarter.
And from every atmosphere its cries call me.
لَهُto it belongs الغُلْبُvictory فليثْنِso let it turn back الأعنّةَthe reins مُبْقِياًshowing mercy
لَهُ الغُلْبُ فليثْنِ الأعنّةَ مُبْقِياً
عَلَيَّtoward me فمَاfor no عِندِيwith me جُنُودٌtroops تُكافحُهْfight it
عَلَيَّ فمَا عِندِي جُنُودٌ تُكافحُهْ
Victory is its own; let it turn back the reins, showing mercy
It is dominant - so let it sheathe its weapons, leaving
to me, for I have no troops to fight it.
Me when I have no troops to fight it.
ولاnor المفْردُthe solitary one العَانِيthe captive يَهُزُّbrandishes رِمَاحَهُhis spears
ولا المفْردُ العَانِي يَهُزُّ رِمَاحَهُ
بِطَعْنٍfor thrusting ولاnor يُنضِيunsheathes لضربٍfor striking صَفَائِحُهْhis sword blades
بِطَعْنٍ ولا يُنضِي لضربٍ صَفَائِحُهْ
Nor does the solitary captive brandish his spears
Nor can the lone afflicted man brandish his spear
to thrust, or unsheathe his sword blades to strike.
With a stab, or make his blades gleam with striking.
سَقَىmay water جِدَّJidd حفصَHafs الغَيْثُrain سَحّاًin torrents ولَوْand if سَمَاrose high
سَقَى جِدَّ حفصَ الغَيْثُ سَحّاً ولَوْ سَمَا
لَهَاto it الدَّمْعُtears أغْنَاهَاwould suffice it عَنِwithout الغَيْثِrain راشِحُهْtheir trickle
لَهَا الدَّمْعُ أغْنَاهَا عَنِ الغَيْثِ راشِحُهْ
May rain drench Jidd Hafs in torrents; were tears to rise
The rain quenched the thirst of Hafsa's grave, and if the sky
to it, their trickle would spare it any need for rain.
Refused rain, her tears would have sufficed, pouring down.
ولاand may not زَالَcease خَفَّاقُthe fluttering النَّسِيمِbreeze إذَاwhen سَرَىit travels by night
ولا زَالَ خَفَّاقُ النَّسِيمِ إذَا سَرَى
عَلِيلاًgentle يُمَاسِيvisits at evening جَوَّهَاits air ويُصَابِحُهْand visits it at dawn
عَلِيلاً يُمَاسِي جَوَّهَا ويُصَابِحُهْ
And may the fluttering breeze never cease, when it moves by night,
The fluttering breeze, when it blows
to visit its air gently at evening and at dawn.
Gently fans its air night and day.
بِلادٌa land أقَامَsettled القَلْبُthe heart فِيهاin it فلَمْso did not يَزَلْcease
بِلادٌ أقَامَ القَلْبُ فِيها فلَمْ يَزَلْ
وإنْand even if طَمَحْتَsoared away بالجِسْمِwith the body عَنْهَاfrom it طَوامحُهْits soaring impulses
وإنْ طَمَحْتَ بالجِسْمِ عَنْهَا طَوامحُهْ
A land where the heart has settled and remains,
A land where my heart stayed and did not
though the body's soaring impulses have carried it away from there.
Stop, though you aspired bodily to leave it.
هَلِwill اللَّهُGod مُسْتَبِقٍpreserving ذِمَامِيmy bond of protection بِعودةٍthrough a return
هَلِ اللَّهُ مُسْتَبِقٍ ذِمَامِي بِعودةٍ
إِلَيهَاto it يُرِينيshows me الدَّمْعَtears قدalready هَشَّbecame cheerful كالحُهْtheir frowning face
إِلَيهَا يُرِيني الدَّمْعَ قد هَشَّ كالحُهْ
Will God keep faith with me by granting a return
Will God race to bring me back
to it, showing me the frown of tears turned cheerful,
To it - showing me tears that have gushed like tattoo marks?
ويُصبحُand becomes هذاthis البُعْدُdistance قدalready رِيضَwas tamed صعبُهُits stubbornness
ويُصبحُ هذا البُعْدُ قد رِيضَ صعبُهُ
وأمكَنَand yielded منthrough فَضْلِabundance of المقَادةِdocility جامحُهْits bolting spirit
وأمكَنَ من فَضْلِ المقَادةِ جامحُهْ
and will this distance's stubbornness be tamed,
And will this distance be humbled, subdued,
its bolting spirit yielding in perfect docility?
And what prevented its ardour be tamed?
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.