قَدindeed ضاقَgrew tight بِالحُبِّwith love صَدريmy breast
قَد ضاقَ بِالحُبِّ صَدري
وَأَنفَدَand exhausted الشَوقُlonging صَبريmy patience
وَأَنفَدَ الشَوقُ صَبري
My breast has grown tight with love,
My heart is constricted with love,
and longing has exhausted my patience.
And longing has exhausted my patience.
وَطَيَّرَand drove away النَومَsleep هَمّيmy anguish
وَطَيَّرَ النَومَ هَمّي
وَنَمَّand told tales دَمعيmy tears بِسِرّيof my secret
وَنَمَّ دَمعي بِسِرّي
And my anguish has driven sleep away,
My worries have made sleep take flight,
and my tears have betrayed my secret.
And my tears flow in secrecy.
وَأَوقَدَand kindled الشَوقُlonging ناراًa fire
وَأَوقَدَ الشَوقُ ناراً
تَمُدُّfeeds دَمعيmy tears فَيَجريso they flow
تَمُدُّ دَمعي فَيَجري
And longing has kindled a fire
Yearning has lit a fire,
that feeds my tears, so they flow.
Sending my tears streaming down.
فيin الصَدرِthe breast حَيّاتُserpents هَمٍّsorrow
في الصَدرِ حَيّاتُ هَمٍّ
بَينَbetween الجَوانِحِthe ribs تَسريcreep
بَينَ الجَوانِحِ تَسري
In the breast are serpents of sorrow,
In my heart snakes of sorrow
creeping between the ribs.
Slither between my ribs.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.