أَتِلكَAre those مَصارِعُplaces of death المُستَضعَفيناthe oppressed
أَتِلكَ مَصارِعُ المُستَضعَفينا
فَماthen what بالُthe matter الهُداةِthe guides المُصلِحيناthe reformers
فَما بالُ الهُداةِ المُصلِحينا
Are those the places where the oppressed fell?
Are those the graves of the oppressed?
What, then, of the guides, the reformers?
Why then do the righteous reformers slumber?
أَجيبيanswer دنشوايَDenshawai فَإِنfor if تَكونيyou are
أَجيبي دنشوايَ فَإِن تَكوني
عَييتِyou were at a loss عَنِfor الجَوابِthe answer فَماbut not عَييناwe were at a loss
عَييتِ عَنِ الجَوابِ فَما عَيينا
Answer, Denshawai; for if you are
Answer me, Dúnashwáy, though to answer
At a loss for an answer, we are not.
Would bring you pain, do not refuse to answer.
مُلِئتِyou were filled أَسىًsorrow فَلَنso will not تَجِديyou find عَزاءًsolace
مُلِئتِ أَسىً فَلَن تَجِدي عَزاءً
وَلَنand will not تَدَعيyou abandon التَوَجُّعَlamentation وَالأَنيناand groaning
وَلَن تَدَعي التَوَجُّعَ وَالأَنينا
You are filled with sorrow, so you will find no solace,
You are filled with grief, and will find no comfort,
And you will not cease lamenting and groaning.
No longer will you moan and groan in pain.
هُموthey أَخَذوكِthey afflicted you بِالنَكَباتِwith calamities حَرّىsearing
هُمو أَخَذوكِ بِالنَكَباتِ حَرّى
وَبِالأَهوالِand with horrors شَتّىvarious يَرتَميناcome hurtling down
وَبِالأَهوالِ شَتّى يَرتَمينا
They assailed you with searing calamities,
Misfortune seized you suddenly,
And with horrors of every kind, hurtling down.
And terrors on all sides assail you.
تَذوقينَyou taste العَذابَtorment وَهُمwhile they نَشاوىintoxicated
تَذوقينَ العَذابَ وَهُم نَشاوى
يُغَنّونَthey sing to المَشانِقَthe gallows ناعِميناat ease
يُغَنّونَ المَشانِقَ ناعِمينا
You taste torment while they are drunk,
You suffer torment while your foes rejoice,
They sing to the gallows, at their ease.
Singing merrily as they tighten the noose.
إِذاwhen طَرِبتَyou rejoiced أَهابَcalled out بِهاto them مِراحٌrevelry
إِذا طَرِبتَ أَهابَ بِها مِراحٌ
تُجاوِبُهُanswer it نُفوسُsouls الهالِكيناthe dead
تُجاوِبُهُ نُفوسُ الهالِكينا
When you rejoice, revelry calls out to them;
When it sounds, the professional mourners flock to it,
The souls of the dead answer it.
Their breasts echoing the cries of the dying.
تَطوفُcircle بِهاaround them الأَرامِلُthe widows وَاليَتامىand the orphans
تَطوفُ بِها الأَرامِلُ وَاليَتامى
تَضُجُّcry out وَتَذرِفُand shed الدَمعَtears السَخيناhot
تَضُجُّ وَتَذرِفُ الدَمعَ السَخينا
Widows and orphans circle them,
The widows and orphans circle round it,
Crying out and shedding hot tears.
Weeping copiously, their tears flowing.
وَتَعطِفُهاand turn them السِياطُthe whips عَلىtoward رِجالٍmen
وَتَعطِفُها السِياطُ عَلى رِجالٍ
بِمُطَّرَحِat the dumping ground الهَوانِhumiliation مُمَزَّقيناtorn to pieces
بِمُطَّرَحِ الهَوانِ مُمَزَّقينا
And the whips turn them toward men
The whips make it the concern of men
At humiliation's dumping ground, torn to pieces.
Thrown down in abasement, their skins torn.
تَعاوَرَهُمassailed them in turn أَكُفُّhands القَومِthose men صَرعىlying stricken
تَعاوَرَهُم أَكُفُّ القَومِ صَرعى
تَطيرُfly off جُلودُهُمtheir skins مِمّاfrom what لَقيناthey endured
تَطيرُ جُلودُهُم مِمّا لَقينا
Those men's hands assailed them in turn as they lay stricken;
Their hands tied behind them by the enemy,
Their skins fly off from what they have endured.
Their skins peel off from the blows they receive.
إِذاwhen اِنسابَflows الدَمُthe blood المُهراقُspilled مِنهُمfrom them
إِذا اِنسابَ الدَمُ المُهراقُ مِنهُم
رَأيتَyou see ثِيابَهُمtheir clothes حُمراًred وَجوناand black
رَأيتَ ثِيابَهُم حُمراً وَجونا
When the spilled blood flows from them,
When their blood flows in streams from them
You see their clothes red and black.
Their garments seem red, though formerly white.
عَلىon أَجسامِهِمtheir bodies أَثَرٌa mark مُبينٌclear
عَلى أَجسامِهِم أَثَرٌ مُبينٌ
تُريكَshow you سُطورُهُits lines الظُلمَinjustice المُبيناmanifest
تُريكَ سُطورُهُ الظُلمَ المُبينا
On their bodies is a clear mark;
On their bodies are visible traces
Its lines show you the manifest injustice.
Revealing to you the injustice manifest.
صَحائِفُpages بِالسِياطِwith whips تَخُطُّyou inscribe فَاِقرَأso read
صَحائِفُ بِالسِياطِ تَخُطُّ فَاِقرَأ
وَقُلand say لِلَهِto God (expressing wonder) أَيديhands الكاتِبيناthe writers
وَقُل لِلَهِ أَيدي الكاتِبينا
Pages you inscribe with whips—read them!
Pages written with scourges, read them
And say: 'By God, what hands the writers have!'
And say: “This is the work of the scribes!”
وَقائِلَةٍand a woman saying أَماis there no لِلقَومِfor the people حامٍa protector
وَقائِلَةٍ أَما لِلقَومِ حامٍ
يَقيهِمprotects them ماwhat نُشاهِدُwe witness أَوor يَقيناprotects us
يَقيهِم ما نُشاهِدُ أَو يَقينا
And a woman asks: 'Have the people no protector
And I say: “Is there no protector for the people
To shield them from what we witness, or shield us?'
To save us from what we are witnessing?”
رُوَيدَكِbe patient إِنَّindeed رَبَّكِyour Lord قَدalready وَعاهاtook note of it
رُوَيدَكِ إِنَّ رَبَّكِ قَد وَعاها
فَظُنّيso expect الخَيرَgood وَاِنتَظِريand await اليَقيناcertainty
فَظُنّي الخَيرَ وَاِنتَظِري اليَقينا
Be patient; your Lord has already taken note of it;
Restrain yourself, for your Lord has undertaken
So expect good, and await certainty.
To aid you; hope for good, await the certainty!
أَفاطِمَO Fatim إِنَّindeed لِلضُعَفاءِfor the weak رَبّاًa Lord
أَفاطِمَ إِنَّ لِلضُعَفاءِ رَبّاً
يُديلُgrants victory لَهُمto them مِنَover المُتَجَبِّريناthe tyrants
يُديلُ لَهُم مِنَ المُتَجَبِّرينا
O Fatim, the weak indeed have a Lord
O Fáṭima, the weak have a Lord
Who grants them victory over the tyrants.
Who will retaliate on the tyrants for them.
رَضيناwe were content بِالحَمامِwith the pigeons يَكونُbeing صَيداًquarry
رَضينا بِالحَمامِ يَكونُ صَيداً
فَماyet not قَنَعَwere content الرُماةُthe shooters بِماwith what رَضيناwe accepted
فَما قَنَعَ الرُماةُ بِما رَضينا
We were content for the pigeons to be quarry;
We were content to be hunted birds,
Yet the shooters were not content with what we accepted.
But the hunters were not content with what we agreed.
أَبَواthey refused إِلّاexcept النُفوسَlives فَماso not اِستَطَعناwe were able
أَبَوا إِلّا النُفوسَ فَما اِستَطَعنا
سِوىexcept شَكوىthe complaint الضِعافِthe weak العاجِزيناthe helpless
سِوى شَكوى الضِعافِ العاجِزينا
They would have nothing but lives; we could do nothing
They would accept nothing but our souls. Being weak,
But voice the plaint of the weak and helpless.
We could only complain of our helpless state.
يُديرونَthey deal out الحُتوفَdeaths عَلىto أُناسٍsome people
يُديرونَ الحُتوفَ عَلى أُناسٍ
وَيَقضونَand decree العَذابَtorment لِآخَريناfor others
وَيَقضونَ العَذابَ لِآخَرينا
They deal out death to some,
They inflict punishment on some
And decree torment for others.
And decree chastisement for others.
أَذابواthey melted الأُمَّهاتِthe mothers أَسىًsorrow وَوَجداًand anguish
أَذابوا الأُمَّهاتِ أَسىً وَوَجداً
وَطاحواand brought ruin بِالأُبُوَّةِupon fatherhood وَالبَنيناand sons
وَطاحوا بِالأُبُوَّةِ وَالبَنينا
They melted the mothers in sorrow and anguish,
They have plunged the mothers into sorrow and grief,
And brought fatherhood and sons to ruin.
Destroying fatherhood and sonship.
قَضاءٌa judgment طاشَlost balance مِنfrom فَزَعٍpanic وَخَوفٍand fear
قَضاءٌ طاشَ مِن فَزَعٍ وَخَوفٍ
وَيَحسَبُهُand deem it الأُلىthose who فَزِعواpanicked رَزيناsound
وَيَحسَبُهُ الأُلى فَزِعوا رَزينا
A judgment unbalanced by panic and fear,
A verdict borne of panic and fear,
Yet those who panicked deem it sound.
Though fools think it wise and proper.
قَتيلُone slain الشَمسِthe sun ليسَthere is not لَهُfor him سِواناanyone but us
قَتيلُ الشَمسِ ليسَ لَهُ سِوانا
فَمَرحىso hurrah لِلقُضاةِfor the judges العادِليناjust
فَمَرحى لِلقُضاةِ العادِلينا
The sun's victim has none but us to blame—
The murdered Sun has no equal—
So hurrah for the just judges!
So there is no redress for the unjust judges.
أَمِنis it because of دَعوىan allegation التَعَصُّبِfanaticism وَهيَthough it is زورٌa falsehood
أَمِن دَعوى التَعَصُّبِ وَهيَ زورٌ
تُباحُis made permissible دِماؤُناour blood لِلغاصِبيناto the usurpers
تُباحُ دِماؤُنا لِلغاصِبينا
Is it on a charge of fanaticism—a falsehood—
Their claim of zealotry is an imposture,
That the usurpers are permitted to shed our blood?
Allowing our blood to be shed by brigands.
يَقولُsay القَومُthose men إِصلاحٌreform وَعَدلٌand justice
يَقولُ القَومُ إِصلاحٌ وَعَدلٌ
لَعَمرُby the life of المُصلِحينَthe reformers لَقَدindeed شَقيناwe have suffered
لَعَمرُ المُصلِحينَ لَقَد شَقينا
Those men say: 'Reform and justice!'
They say reform and justice, but, by the life of the reformers,
By the reformers' lives, we have indeed suffered!
We are utterly wretched!
بَنيO sons of التاميزَthe Thames كونواbe كَيفَas شِئتُمyou wish
بَني التاميزَ كونوا كَيفَ شِئتُم
فَلَمfor ... not نَدَعَwe abandon الكِفاحَthe struggle وَلَنand will not نَليناwe yield
فَلَم نَدَعَ الكِفاحَ وَلَن نَلينا
Sons of the Thames, be as you please;
O sons of privilege, be as you wish to be,
For we have not abandoned the struggle, nor will we yield.
We shall not abandon the struggle nor be cowed.
خُذواtake أَنصارَكُمyour supporters إِنّاindeed we نَراهُمwe regard them
خُذوا أَنصارَكُم إِنّا نَراهُم
لَناfor us وَلِقَومِناand for our people الداءَthe malady الدَفيناburied
لَنا وَلِقَومِنا الداءَ الدَفينا
Take your supporters; we regard them
Take whatever allies you please, for we see them
As the buried malady afflicting us and our people.
As a plague and pestilence upon us and our people.
هُمُthey الأَعداءُthe enemies لَسناwe are not مِنof ذَويهِمtheir kin
هُمُ الأَعداءُ لَسنا مِن ذَويهِم
وَلَيسواand they are not فيin الشَدائِدِadversities مِنof ذَويناour kin
وَلَيسوا في الشَدائِدِ مِن ذَوينا
They are the enemies; we are not their kin,
They are our enemies, we are not their partisan,
Nor are they our kin in adversity.
Nor they ours in time of distress.
ذَمَمناwe condemned عَهدَكُمyour rule فَمَتىso when نَراكُمwe see you
ذَمَمنا عَهدَكُم فَمَتى نَراكُم
تَشُدّونَyou fasten الرِحالَthe saddles مُوَدِّعيناbidding us farewell
تَشُدّونَ الرِحالَ مُوَدِّعينا
We have condemned your rule; when shall we see you
We have dissolved our pact with you, so when will we see you
Saddling up, bidding us farewell?
Strike your tents and bid us farewell?
دَعواleave off ذِكرَmention الوِفاقِconcord وَماand what يَليهِfollows it
دَعوا ذِكرَ الوِفاقِ وَما يَليهِ
فَماfor not نَسِيَforgot الحَمامُthe pigeons وَلاnor نَسيناwe forgot
فَما نَسِيَ الحَمامُ وَلا نَسينا
Leave off talk of concord and what follows it;
Leave off talk of concord and what it entails,
For the pigeons have not forgotten, nor have we.
For we have not forgotten, nor have you.
زَعَمتُمyou claimed أَنَّthat مَوعِدَكُمyour appointed time قَريبٌnear
زَعَمتُم أَنَّ مَوعِدَكُم قَريبٌ
كَذَبتُمyou lied to أُمَّةًa nation تُحصيcounts السِنيناthe years
كَذَبتُم أُمَّةً تُحصي السِنينا
You claimed that your appointed time was near;
You claimed your departure was imminent—
You lied to a nation that counts the years.
Liars, who count out the years!
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.