أَتَتshe came تَنثَنيswaying كَالغُصنِlike a bough وَالغُصنُthough the bough يابِسُis dry
أَتَت تَنثَني كَالغُصنِ وَالغُصنُ يابِسُ
وَتَرنوand she gazes بِطَرفٍwith an eye أَوطفٍlong-lashed وَهوَwhile it is ناعِسُdrowsy
وَتَرنو بِطَرفٍ أَوطفٍ وَهوَ ناعِسُ
She came swaying like a bough, though the bough is dry.
She came swaying like a bough, while the bough was withered,
And gazes with a long-lashed eye, heavy with drowsiness.
And glanced with a tender, amorous glance, though lulled in sleep.
رَداحٌfull-hipped بخوطwith a slender shoot of البانِthe bān tree تُزريshe puts to shame رَشاقَةًin grace
رَداحٌ بخوط البانِ تُزري رَشاقَةً
وَتَهزَأُand she laughs بِالخَطّيِّat the Khattī spear حينَwhen تُقايسُshe is compared
وَتَهزَأُ بِالخَطّيِّ حينَ تُقايسُ
Full-hipped, she shames the bān tree's shoot in grace,
A sand-hill spotted with lines of trees, graceful in motion,
And mocks the Khattī spear when set beside it.
Mocking the firm rock when she makes comparison.
مِنَof القاصِراتِwomen restraining الطَرفِtheir gaze مَهضومةslender الحَشاof belly
مِنَ القاصِراتِ الطَرفِ مَهضومة الحَشا
لَطيفةُdelicate طَيِّin the fold of الكَشحِthe flank هَيفاءُslender-waisted آنِسُcompanionable
لَطيفةُ طَيِّ الكَشحِ هَيفاءُ آنِسُ
One of the modest-eyed, slender of belly,
Of the short-statured fair, with languishing, wounded passion,
Delicate in the fold of her flank, slim-waisted and companionable.
Delicate, soft as the tear-drop, gentle and friendly.
يَفوقُsurpasses سَناهاher radiance البَدرَthe full moon لَيلةon the night of تِمِّهِits fullness
يَفوقُ سَناها البَدرَ لَيلة تِمِّهِ
وَيَأويand it retreats لِدانيto the low edge of أُفقِهِits horizon وَهوَwhile it is ناكِسُhead bowed
وَيَأوي لِداني أُفقِهِ وَهوَ ناكِسُ
Her radiance outshines the full moon on the night of its fullness,
Her teeth surpassed the full moon on the night it is brightest,
And it retreats to the low edge of its horizon, head bowed.
And lodged in a dimple, as the new moon lies.
إِذاwhen ماever رَنَتshe gazes نَحوَtoward الحَليمِthe self-possessed man اِستَفَزَّهُit unsettles him
إِذا ما رَنَت نَحوَ الحَليمِ اِستَفَزَّهُ
هَوىًpassion وَاِستَمالَتهُand entice him ظُنونٌfancies هَواجِسُwhispering
هَوىً وَاِستَمالَتهُ ظُنونٌ هَواجِسُ
Whenever she gazes toward a self-possessed man, he is stirred
When she glanced towards the mild one, he was inflamed with yearning,
By passion, and whispering fancies draw him away.
And consumed by suspicions, apprehensions and doubts.
أَتَتshe came مَنزليto my home تَختالُswaying proudly وَاللَيلُwhile the night دامِسٌwas pitch-dark
أَتَت مَنزلي تَختالُ وَاللَيلُ دامِسٌ
كَماjust as زارَنيvisited me وَهناًlate at night حَبيبٌa beloved مُؤانِسُcompanionable
كَما زارَني وَهناً حَبيبٌ مُؤانِسُ
She came to my home, swaying proudly, while the night was pitch-dark,
She came to my abode, swaying while night was at its darkest,
As a beloved companion visited me late at night.
As a loved one had come, to give comfort and cheer.
فَماfor no الرَوضُgarden بِالأَزهارِwith blossoms كلّلَهcrowned it النَدىthe dew
فَما الرَوضُ بِالأَزهارِ كلّلَه النَدى
كَماjust as كُلّلتwere crowned تيجانَهنَّwith their diadems عَرائِسُbrides
كَما كُلّلت تيجانَهنَّ عَرائِسُ
For no garden, crowned with blossoms by the dew
Not as flowers garlanded the meadow, moist with night's drippings,
As brides are crowned with their diadems—
As her necklaces garlanded her, like brides at their wedding.
بَكاهُwept over it الحَياthe rain حَتّىuntil تَضاحَكَlaughed نَورُهُits blossoms
بَكاهُ الحَيا حَتّى تَضاحَكَ نَورُهُ
وَحَلّتand loosed عَزالَيهاtheir waterskin-spouts عَلَيهِover it البَواجِسُthe gushing clouds
وَحَلّت عَزالَيها عَلَيهِ البَواجِسُ
Rain wept over it until its blossoms laughed,
The thread of life made it laugh, till its light was reflected,
And gushing clouds opened their spouts over it;
While lonely it had been, with thoughts to distract and confuse.
كَسَتهُclothed it يَدُthe hand of الأَنواءِthe rain-bearing stars وَشياًin brocade كَأَنَّماas though
كَسَتهُ يَدُ الأَنواءِ وَشياً كَأَنَّما
حَبتهgraced it بِأَنواعwith varieties of التَصاويرpainted designs فارِسُPersia
حَبته بِأَنواع التَصاوير فارِسُ
The hand of the rain-stars clothed it in brocade, as though
The hands of the winds clothed it in something like paintings,
Persia had graced it with all kinds of painted designs;
Embroidered by a skilled horseman wielding his sword.
فَأَصبَحَso it became غِبَّafter القَطرthe rain يُزهىproud لِجَنَّةٍbefore a paradise
فَأَصبَحَ غِبَّ القَطر يُزهى لِجَنَّةٍ
جَنيُّripe جَناهاits fruit لَمnot يُصافِحهُhad clasped it لامِسُany toucher
جَنيُّ جَناها لَم يُصافِحهُ لامِسُ
So after the rain it stood proud before a paradise,
Till when day dawned, the foreign land was adorned as a garden,
Whose ripe fruit no hand had clasped;
Whose keeper no visitor has greeted or met.
بِهِin it الزَهرُthe flowers بِالأَكمامِwithin their calyxes يَسطَعُshines نَورُهُits bloom
بِهِ الزَهرُ بِالأَكمامِ يَسطَعُ نَورُهُ
كَزُهرٍlike bright stars لَهاfor them سَيفُthe sword of المَجَرَّةِthe Milky Way حارِسُa guardian
كَزُهرٍ لَها سَيفُ المَجَرَّةِ حارِسُ
There the flowers' bloom gleams within the calyxes,
The flowers on his sleeves shine out with his brightness,
Like bright stars guarded by the Milky Way's sword;
As flowers with the sword of the galaxy guarding its bloom.
يَطيفُcircles بِهِaround it واشيthe tale-bearer of النَسيمِthe breeze فَتَنثَنيso bend
يَطيفُ بِهِ واشي النَسيمِ فَتَنثَني
غُصونُthe boughs of رُباهits knolls الهيفُslender وَهيَwhile they are مَوائِسُswaying proudly
غُصونُ رُباه الهيفُ وَهيَ مَوائِسُ
The tale-bearing breeze circles it, and so bend
The gentle breeze sports with it, and the tender boughs sway
The slender boughs upon its knolls, swaying proudly;
Of the guardian tree, gentle themselves, offering hospitality.
وَقامَand rose خَطيبُthe orator of الدَوحِthe great trees فيهاin it مُغَرِّداًwarbling
وَقامَ خَطيبُ الدَوحِ فيها مُغَرِّداً
عَلَيهِupon him قَميصٌa shirt حاكَهُwove it الطلُّthe dew وارِسُyellow-dyed
عَلَيهِ قَميصٌ حاكَهُ الطلُّ وارِسُ
And the grove's orator rose there in song,
The singer of the orchard arose, warbling gaily,
Upon him a yellow-dyed shirt, woven by the dew;
On him a shirt the rising sun had woven and wrought.
تُجاوبهanswer him ورقٌgray doves بِأَلحانِwith the melodies of مَعبَدٍMaʿbad
تُجاوبه ورقٌ بِأَلحانِ مَعبَدٍ
وَتَشدُوand sing عَلىupon الأَغصانِthe boughs وَهيَwhile they are أَوانِسُcompanionable
وَتَشدُو عَلى الأَغصانِ وَهيَ أَوانِسُ
Gray doves answer him with Maʿbad's melodies,
The leaves respond to him with the tunes of the lute,
And sing upon the boughs in easy companionship;
Cheering him on as friends, singing harmoniously.
تُذَكِّرنيremind me عَهدَthe days of التَصابيyouthful dalliance فَأَنثَنيso I turn away
تُذَكِّرني عَهدَ التَصابي فَأَنثَني
وَفيand in القَلبِthe heart مِنfrom فَرطِthe excess of الغمومِsorrows وَساوِسُanxious whisperings
وَفي القَلبِ مِن فَرطِ الغمومِ وَساوِسُ
They remind me of the days of youthful dalliance, and I turn away
It reminds me of days of horsing around, so I swayed
With anxious whisperings in my heart from overwhelming grief—
With a heart full to bursting with cares and misgivings.
بِأَحسَنany lovelier مِنهاthan she بِهجَةًin splendor حينَwhen أَقبَلَتshe approached
بِأَحسَن مِنها بِهجَةً حينَ أَقبَلَت
وَحيّتand she greeted كَماjust as حَيّتgreeted ظِباءٌgazelles كَوانِسٌsheltering in thickets
وَحيّت كَما حَيّت ظِباءٌ كَوانِسٌ
Is lovelier in splendor than she, when she approached,
With beauty better than this when first she appeared,
And greeted me as gazelles greet from their thickets.
Greeting me as gazelles greet their fair companions.
وَكَيفَand how could it وَمَنwhen he who وَشّىembroidered مَعاطِفَهاher curves فَتىًa young man
وَكَيفَ وَمَن وَشّى مَعاطِفَها فَتىً
نَمتهُhave raised him إلىtoward نَحوِthe direction of المَعاليlofty attainments مَغارِسُroots
نَمتهُ إلى نَحوِ المَعالي مَغارِسُ
And how could it be, when he who embroidered her curves is a youth
Who was it clad the youth in his coat of many virtues,
Whose roots have raised him toward lofty attainments?
Rousing him on towards lofty and noble ideas?
رُقىhe climbed مِنamong ذرىthe heights of الآدابِletters أَرفَعthe loftiest هَضبَةpeak
رُقى مِن ذرى الآدابِ أَرفَع هَضبَة
فَمَنso who ذاis it that يُضاهيهِrivals him وَمَنand who ذاis it that يُجانِسُmatches him
فَمَن ذا يُضاهيهِ وَمَن ذا يُجانِسُ
He climbed the loftiest peak among the heights of letters;
He climbed the loftiest heights of civility and breeding,
Who, then, can rival him, and who can match him?
Who could equal him? Who could claim to be his peer?
فَياso O اِبنَson of الأُلىthose who شادواbuilt up الفَخارَglory بِعِزِّهمthrough their might
فَيا اِبنَ الأُلى شادوا الفَخارَ بِعِزِّهم
وَلَيسَand there is no لَهُمfor them فيin غَيرِanything but مَجدٍglory تَنافُسُrivalry
وَلَيسَ لَهُم في غَيرِ مَجدٍ تَنافُسُ
O son of those who built up glory through their might,
O son of great houses, exalt then with pride in their glory,
And who vie in nothing but glory—
For they have no part in any glory but yours.
بَعَثتُI sent بِنَظمٍwith verse كَاللياليlike the nights مُنظّماًarranged in order
بَعَثتُ بِنَظمٍ كَالليالي مُنظّماً
حَكىit mirrored دُرَّthe pearls of دَمعيmy tears حينَwhen بانَdeparted المجالِسُthe companion
حَكى دُرَّ دَمعي حينَ بانَ المجالِسُ
I sent verse, ordered like the nights;
I sent a string of verse like threaded nights, relating
It mirrored the pearls of my tears when my companion departed.
The pearls of my tears when the sessions came to an end.
وَكَلَّفتَنيand you charged me عَنهُin reply to it الجَوابَan answer وَحَبَّذاand how welcome
وَكَلَّفتَني عَنهُ الجَوابَ وَحَبَّذا
سُؤالٌa request وَلَكِنbut أَينَwhere مِنّيfrom me تَجانُسُany parity
سُؤالٌ وَلَكِن أَينَ مِنّي تَجانُسُ
And you charged me with answering it—how welcome
You taxed me to reply, and wished me well in so doing,
A request! Yet how could I be its equal?
A question desired, but where could equivalence be found?
أَثبتكَI repaid you بِالرضراضِwith tiny pieces مِنof دُررٍpearls حَكَتthat resembled
أَثبتكَ بِالرضراضِ مِن دُررٍ حَكَت
عَرائسbrides of زَهرflowers قَدhad جَلَتهاunveiled them الحَنادِسُthe pitch-dark nights
عَرائس زَهر قَد جَلَتها الحَنادِسُ
I repaid you with tiny pearls resembling
I will confirm for you some scattered gems that tell
Flower-brides that the pitch-dark nights had unveiled.
Of brides of flowers whose bloom the cranes have despoiled.
فَإِنso if يَكُthere is مِنهُof it ماanything that يَروقُis pleasing لِناظِرٍto a beholder
فَإِن يَكُ مِنهُ ما يَروقُ لِناظِرٍ
فإِنّيthen I لَهُfor it مِنfrom نُورِthe light of وَصفِكَyour description قابِسُborrowing a spark
فإِنّي لَهُ مِن نُورِ وَصفِكَ قابِسُ
So if anything in it should delight a beholder,
If in this can be found anything pleasing to behold,
Then I have borrowed its spark from the light of your description.
Then I take my share of light from your noble qualities.
وَدُونكهاand take her تَمشيshe walks الهوينىsoftly وَتَنثَنيand bends
وَدُونكها تَمشي الهوينى وَتَنثَني
حَياءًin shyness وَطَرفُwhile the gaze of العَينِthe eye فيهاat her يُخالِسُsteals glances
حَياءً وَطَرفُ العَينِ فيها يُخالِسُ
And take her: she walks softly and bends
Beyond this, my message walks in shyness, glancing
In shyness, while the eye steals glances at her,
Sideways in modesty, while eyes dart longingly.
إِلىtoward بابِكمyour door تَرجُوshe hopes for القَبولَacceptance تَفَضُّلاًas a favor
إِلى بابِكم تَرجُو القَبولَ تَفَضُّلاً
عَساهاmay she بِقُربٍwith nearness مِنكَto you تَحظىbe favored وَتَأنَسُand find companionship
عَساها بِقُربٍ مِنكَ تَحظى وَتَأنَسُ
Toward your door, hoping for acceptance as a favor;
At your door she hopes for acceptance and favor,
May she win nearness to you and find companionship.
That she may find intimacy and friendship with you.
فَلاso never زِلتَmay you cease بِالآدابِwith letters تُتحِفfavor with gifts صاحِباًa friend
فَلا زِلتَ بِالآدابِ تُتحِف صاحِباً
مَدىthroughout الدَهرِall time ماas long as طَنَّتresound بِعلمٍwith learning مَدارِسُschools
مَدى الدَهرِ ما طَنَّت بِعلمٍ مَدارِسُ
So may you never cease to favor a friend with gifts of letters,
You still endow a companion with the finest manners,
For all time, as long as schools resound with learning,
As long as schools have taught any art or knowledge.
وَماand as long as ناحَlaments قُمرِيُّthe turtledove of الرِياضthe gardens مُغَرِّداًin song
وَما ناحَ قُمرِيُّ الرِياض مُغَرِّداً
وَحَنّand pines مُشَوقٌone filled with longing نازِحُfar from الدارِhome آيِسُhopeless
وَحَنّ مُشَوقٌ نازِحُ الدارِ آيِسُ
And as long as the gardens' turtledove mourns in song,
No starling sings melodiously in the gardens, and no lover
And the yearning one pines, far from home and hopeless.
Sighs, departing in sorrow, hopeless and full of despair.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.