فيin سُكونِthe stillness اللَيلِthe night وَالفَجرُand dawn غَريقsubmerged
في سُكونِ اللَيلِ وَالفَجرُ غَريق
نَبَّهَroused الوَسنانَthe drowsy one صَيّاحُthe crier السَحَرthe predawn hour
نَبَّهَ الوَسنانَ صَيّاحُ السَحَر
In the stillness of night, while dawn lay submerged,
In the stillness of night and the dawning light
The predawn crier roused the drowsy one.
The rooster awoke the sleepy from their plight
ماwhat لِهَذاwith this الشَرقِthe east يَبدوappears فيin حَريقa blaze
ما لِهَذا الشَرقِ يَبدو في حَريق
أَذعَرَfrightened الأَنجُمَthe stars مِنهُaway from it وَالقَمَرand the moon
أَذعَرَ الأَنجُمَ مِنهُ وَالقَمَر
Why does this east seem engulfed in a blaze
Why does the east burn so fierce and bright
That frightened the stars and the moon away?
That the stars and moon fled in hasty flight
أَيُّهاO النَعسانُsleepy one فيin دُنياthe world السَناradiance
أَيُّها النَعسانُ في دُنيا السَنا
تَتَمَطّىyou stretch فيin سَريرِthe bed الشَفَقِthe twilight glow
تَتَمَطّى في سَريرِ الشَفَقِ
O sleepy one in the world of radiance,
O sleepy one in life's temporary bed
You stretch in the bed of twilight.
Tossing in the glow of dusk's rosy red
النَدىthe dew حَولُكَaround you يَهميfalls مَوهَناlate at night
النَدى حَولُكَ يَهمي مَوهَنا
وَالأَزاهيرُand the flowers حَيارىbewildered الحَدَقِthe pupils
وَالأَزاهيرُ حَيارى الحَدَقِ
The dew falls around you late at night,
The dew falls gently around your head
And the flowers have bewildered eyes.
While flowers blink confused and misled
اِرفَعِlift الكُلَّةَthe bed-curtain تُبصِرُyou will see عَجَباa marvel
اِرفَعِ الكُلَّةَ تُبصِرُ عَجَبا
عالَماًa world يَسبَحُswims فيin بَحرِa sea الضِياءlight
عالَماً يَسبَحُ في بَحرِ الضِياء
Lift the bed-curtain, and you will see a marvel:
Lift up your hood and behold the sights
A world swimming in a sea of light,
A world swimming in an ocean of light
وَعُيوناًand springs دافِقاتٍgushing دَهَباgold
وَعُيوناً دافِقاتٍ دَهَبا
فيin مَقاصيرِchambers عُطورٍfragrances وَغِناءand song
في مَقاصيرِ عُطورٍ وَغِناء
And springs gushing gold,
And eyes pouring forth molten gold so bright
In chambers of fragrance and song.
In vaults of scent and song this night
هَتفَcalled out الكَروانُthe curlew فيin الأُفقِthe horizon البَعيدdistant
هَتفَ الكَروانُ في الأُفقِ البَعيد
كَالمُصَلّيlike a worshipper تَحتَbeneath مِحرابِthe prayer niche القَمَرthe moon
كَالمُصَلّي تَحتَ مِحرابِ القَمَر
The curlew called on the distant horizon,
Caravans call from distant skies
Like a worshipper beneath the moon's prayer niche:
Like worshippers under the moon's minaret
ناسِكٌan ascetic فيin اللَيلِthe night يَدعوprays وَيُعيدand repeats
ناسِكٌ في اللَيلِ يَدعو وَيُعيد
هامَwas enraptured وَجداًwith love بِالَّذيfor the one who صاغَfashioned السَحَرthe predawn hour
هامَ وَجداً بِالَّذي صاغَ السَحَر
An ascetic in the night, praying again and again,
Pious in the night, calling out and cries
Enraptured with love for the one who fashioned the hour before dawn.
Enraptured by the one whose artistry was set
وَغُصونُand the branches الجَزورَينِthe casuarina trees اِرتَعَشَتtrembled
وَغُصونُ الجَزورَينِ اِرتَعَشَت
فيin الدُجىthe darkness مِثلَlike قِلاعٍsails خافِقَهfluttering
في الدُجى مِثلَ قِلاعٍ خافِقَه
And the casuarina boughs trembled
The branches of jasmine trembled in the gloom
In the darkness, like fluttering sails,
Like shuddering castles, quaking, shaken
واقِفاتٍstanding مِنfrom بَقاياthe remnants سُفُنٍships
واقِفاتٍ مِن بَقايا سُفُنٍ
فيin بِحارِseas السِحرِenchantment ظَلَّتremained غارِقَهsubmerged
في بِحارِ السِحرِ ظَلَّت غارِقَه
Standing as remnants of ships
Standing like remnants of sunken ships
That remained submerged in seas of enchantment.
In magical seas, submerged, forsaken
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.