أُفِّFie! لِلدُنياon the world فَلَيسَتfor it is not لَيfor me بِدارa home at all
أُفِّ لِلدُنيا فَلَيسَت لَي بِدار
إِنَّماonly الراحَةُrest فيin دارِthe abode of القَرارpermanence
إِنَّما الراحَةُ في دارِ القَرار
Fie on the world, for it is no home for me.
I bid farewell to this fleeting world that is no abode for me
Rest is only in the abode of permanence.
My only rest is in the Eternal Abode
أَبَتِrefused الساعاتُthe hours إِلّاexcept سُرعَةًhaste
أَبَتِ الساعاتُ إِلّا سُرعَةً
فيin بِلىwearing away جِسميmy body بِلَيلٍby night وَنَهارand day
في بِلى جِسمي بِلَيلٍ وَنَهار
The hours insist on nothing but haste
The hours refuse but to hasten
in wearing away my body by night and day.
The decay of my body night and day
إِنَّماonly الدُنياthe world غُرورٌdeception كُلُّهاall of it
إِنَّما الدُنيا غُرورٌ كُلُّها
مِثلُlike لَمعِthe glimmer of الآلِthe mirage فيin الأَرضِthe land القِفارbarren
مِثلُ لَمعِ الآلِ في الأَرضِ القِفار
The world is nothing but deception, all of it,
Verily this world is all delusion
like the glimmer of a mirage in barren lands.
Like the deceptive shimmer of water in the arid desert
ياO عِبادَservants of اللَهِGod كُلٌّall زائِلٌpassing away
يا عِبادَ اللَهِ كُلٌّ زائِلٌ
نَحنُwe نَصبٌa target لِلمَقاديرِfor fate's decrees الجَوارrunning their course
نَحنُ نَصبٌ لِلمَقاديرِ الجَوار
O servants of God, all things pass away.
O servants of God everything perishes
We are targets for the decrees of fate as they run their course.
We are playthings of the overpowering decrees of fate
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.