عَلامwhy تَصُدُّنيyou turn me away وَأَراكَand I see you دَوماًalways
عَلام تَصُدُّني وَأَراكَ دَوماً
تَميلُyou sway مَعَwith الهَوىdesire ياO غُصنbough بانbān tree
تَميلُ مَعَ الهَوى يا غُصن بان
Why do you turn me away, when I always see you
Why do you turn away, while I see that
Swaying with desire, O bough of the bān tree?
you always yield to desire, O bending bough?
رُوَيدَكَtake your time قَدalready قَتَلتَyou have slain مِنَthrough التَصابيflirtation
رُوَيدَكَ قَد قَتَلتَ مِنَ التَصابي
وَذاكَand that دمىmy blood بِاِطرافupon the tips of البنانthe fingers
وَذاكَ دمى بِاِطراف البنان
Gently now—you have slain me with your flirtation,
Your turning has killed me with longing -
And that is my blood upon your fingertips.
and that is my blood on the tips of the branches.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.