أَذابَhas melted قَلبيmy heart الوَهجُthe blaze
أَذابَ قَلبي الوَهجُ
فَهَلso, is there لَهميfor my sorrow فَرجُrelief
فَهَل لَهمي فَرجُ
The blaze has melted my heart.
My glowing heart is melted,
Is there, then, relief for my sorrow?
Is there relief for my anxiety?
لَمdid not يَبقَremain ليfor me إِلّاexcept بَقاremnants (first part)
لَم يَبقَ لي إِلّا بَقا
ياcompletion of 'remnants' رَمَقa last spark of life تَختَلجquiver
يا رَمَق تَختَلج
Nothing remains to me but remnants
Nothing remains for me but a trickle,
of a last spark of life, still quivering.
O fading breaths that wrestle,
وَبيand I am smitten with أَغَرfair-faced أَبلَجradiant
وَبي أَغَر أَبلَج
فيon وَجنَتَيهِhis two cheeks ضرجa crimson flush
في وَجنَتَيهِ ضرج
And I am smitten with one fair and radiant,
While in me a mountain white like hail,
upon whose cheeks is a crimson flush.
With cheeks flowing and stirring,
يَوجدarouses وجداًpassionate love فيin الجَماthe inanimate (first part)
يَوجد وجداً في الجَما
دcompletion of 'the inanimate' مِنهُfrom him لَحظa glance غَنجcoquettish
د مِنهُ لَحظ غَنج
Passion is stirred in lifeless matter
Finding ecstasy in beauty,
by a coquettish glance from him.
With a supple glance that enchants,
فيon خَدهِhis cheek ماءُwater الحَياrain
في خَدهِ ماءُ الحَيا
بِجَمرِهِwith its embers مُمتَزَجmingled
بِجَمرِهِ مُمتَزَج
On his cheek, rainwater
In his cheek the water of life,
is mingled with that cheek's embers.
Mixed with embers,
يُغضِبprovokes anger مِنbecause of حُبيmy love لَهُfor him
يُغضِب مِن حُبي لَهُ
وَلَيسَand there is no فيهِin it حَرَجwrong
وَلَيسَ فيهِ حَرَج
My love for him provokes anger,
Angered by my love for him,
yet there is no wrong in it.
Yet no shame in it,
قَدindeed لَجَّhas persisted stubbornly فيin صَدودِهِhis turning away
قَد لَجَّ في صَدودِهِ
فَدَمعso the tears عَينيof my eye لَججdeep seas
فَدَمع عَيني لَجج
He has stubbornly persisted in turning away,
He has immersed himself in my embrace,
so my eye's tears are deep seas.
My tears copiously shed,
وَالحُبand love دارٌan abode مُزعِجٌunsettling
وَالحُب دارٌ مُزعِجٌ
تَذوبmelt فيهِwithin it المُهَجthe souls
تَذوب فيهِ المُهَج
And love is an unsettling abode;
Love is a disturbing house,
souls melt within it.
Where the passionate dissolve,
فَلاso do not تَلُمblame أَهلthe people of الهَوىpassionate love
فَلا تَلُم أَهل الهَوى
فَاللَومfor blame فيهِin it سَمجunseemly
فَاللَوم فيهِ سَمج
So do not blame those in love,
So blame not the lovers,
for blame in it is unseemly.
For blame in this is unjust,
لَوif وَجَدَfound العُشاقthe lovers للfor the
لَو وَجَدَ العُشاق لل
نَجاةescape باباًa door وَلَجواthey would enter
نَجاة باباً وَلَجوا
If lovers found, for
If the lovers found a door to salvation,
escape, a door, they would enter it.
They would have rushed through.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.