أرىI see النفسthe soul فيin شغلٍpreoccupation لفقدbecause of the loss of حبيبِهاits beloved
أرى النفس في شغلٍ لفقد حبيبِها
فماso not تَتَهَنّىit takes delight بالوصالin union وطيبِهاand its sweetness
فما تَتَهَنّى بالوصال وطيبِها
I see the soul preoccupied with the loss of its beloved.
I see my soul busy missing its beloved
So it takes no delight in union or its sweetness.
It takes no joy in union or its pleasures
فياso, O مَنyou who شجانيgrieved me بالفراقby parting تركتنيyou left me
فيا مَن شجاني بالفراق تركتني
أُسائلI ask عنكabout you الريحَthe wind عندat هبوبهاits blowing
أُسائل عنك الريحَ عند هبوبها
So, O you who grieved me by parting, you left me
Oh you who made me suffer with parting, leaving me
Asking the wind about you when it blows.
To ask the blowing wind about you
سقاميَmy sickness طرّاًall of it أنتyou تعرفknow طبَّهits cure
سقاميَ طرّاً أنت تعرف طبَّه
وهلand does يعرفknow الأسقامَthe ailments غيرُother than طبيبهاtheir physician
وهل يعرف الأسقامَ غيرُ طبيبها
My sickness, all of it—you know its cure.
You know the cure for my chronic illness
And who but their physician knows the ailments?
Does anyone but the healer know the cure?
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.