ضحكاتُlaughter الشيبِof gray hair فيin الشعرِthe hair
ضحكاتُ الشيبِ في الشعرِ
لمdid not تَدعleave فيin العيشlife منany وَطَرِdesire
لم تَدع في العيش من وَطَرِ
The laughter of gray hairs amid the locks
The laughter of old age in poetry
Has left nothing in life to desire.
Has left no joy in life
هُنَّthey رُسلُmessengers الموتِof death سائحةٌroaming
هُنَّ رُسلُ الموتِ سائحةٌ
قبلَهahead of him والموتُand death فيin الأَثَرِthe wake
قبلَه والموتُ في الأَثَرِ
They are death's messengers, roaming
They are messengers of death wandering
Ahead of him, with death in their wake.
And death follows in their tracks
ياO بياضَwhiteness الشيبof gray hair ماwhat صنعتhas done
يا بياضَ الشيب ما صنعت
يَدُكَyour hand العَسراءُleft بالطُرَرِto the forelocks
يَدُكَ العَسراءُ بالطُرَرِ
O whiteness of gray hair, what has
O whiteness of old age, what have you done
Your left hand done to the forelocks?
With your feeble hand to my songs
أنتَyou ليلُthe night الحادِثاتِof calamities وإنand even if
أنتَ ليلُ الحادِثاتِ وإن
كنتَyou are نورَthe light الصُبحِof dawn فيin النظرِappearance
كنتَ نورَ الصُبحِ في النظرِ
You are the night of calamities, even if
You are the night of misfortunes though
You are dawn's light to the eye.
You seem the dawn’s light to the eye
ليتَwould that سوداءَthe black hair الشبابِof youth مضتhad departed
ليتَ سوداءَ الشبابِ مضت
بسوادِwith the blackness القلبِof the heart والبَصَرِand of sight
بسوادِ القلبِ والبَصَرِ
Would that youth's black hair had departed,
Would that the blackness of youth had gone
Taking with it the blackness of heart and eye.
With the heart’s darkness and sight
فالصباfor youth كلُّall of الحياةِlife فإنso if
فالصبا كلُّ الحياةِ فإن
مرit passes مرتpasses غبطةُthe joy العُمُرِof life
مر مرت غبطةُ العُمُرِ
For youth is all of life; so if
For youth is all of life, so if
It passes, life's joy passes too.
The glory of life has passed
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.