السحرenchantment فيكَin you وَفيكَand in you مِـنamong أَسبابـهits sources
السحر فيكَ وَفيكَ مِـن أَسبابـه
دَعـةease المـدلone who takes pride بِعَبقـريin the brilliance of شَبابـهhis youth
دَعـة المـدل بِعَبقـري شَبابـه
Enchantment is in you, and within you is one of its sources:
The magic is in you and in you are its causes
The ease of one proud of his youth's brilliance.
The softness of adolescence with the genius of its youth
ياO مَعهديmy institute وَمَحطand resting place of عَهدthe days of صِبايmy boyhood
يا مَعهدي وَمَحط عَهد صِباي
مِنwhat a دارhome تَطرُقlowers its gaze عَـنbefore شَبـابyouth نابـهdistinguished
مِن دار تَطرُق عَـن شَبـاب نابـه
O my institute and resting place of my boyhood days,
My institute and the place of my youth's pact
What a home, lowering its gaze before distinguished youth!
From a house whose youthfulness comes knocking
قسمallotted البَقاءendurance إِلَيـكَto you فـيin أَقـدارهHis decrees
قسم البَقاء إِلَيـكَ فـي أَقـداره
مَنHe who شادَraised مَجدكyour glory فيin قَديـمancient كِتابـهHis Book
مَن شادَ مَجدك في قَديـم كِتابـه
He allotted you endurance in His decrees—
The destiny of eternity is yours
He who raised your glory in His ancient Book,
Of those who elevated your glory in his ancient book
وَأَفاضَand poured forth فيكَinto you مِنof الهَـديguidance آياتـهHis signs
وَأَفاضَ فيكَ مِن الهَـدي آياتـه
وَمِنand of الهَوىlove وَالسحرand enchantment ملءthe fullness of نِصابهits measure
وَمِن الهَوى وَالسحر ملء نِصابه
And poured into you His signs of guidance,
And imparted to you verses of guidance
And a full measure of love and enchantment.
And of passion and magic filled his quota
اليَومtoday يَدفَعُنـيdrives me الحَنيـنlonging فَأَنثنـىso I turn back
اليَوم يَدفَعُنـي الحَنيـن فَأَنثنـى
وَلهانlovesick مُضطَرِبـاtrembling إِلـىtoward أَعتابِـهِits thresholds
وَلهان مُضطَرِبـا إِلـى أَعتابِـهِ
Today longing drives me, and I turn back,
Today, yearning drives me to lean
Lovesick and trembling, toward its thresholds.
Confused towards your threshold
سَبقoutstripped الهَوىlove عَينيmy eye فيon مِضمـارهits racecourse
سَبق الهَوى عَيني في مِضمـاره
وَجَرىand ran وَأَجفَلand shied away خاطِريmy mind مِنfrom بابةits gate
وَجَرى وَأَجفَل خاطِري مِن بابة
Love outran my eye on its racecourse,
Passion preceded my eyes in its race
And ran, while my mind shied away from its gate.
And flowed and stirred my thoughts from oblivion
وَدَعتI left غَضtender صِبايmy boyhood تَحتَbeneath ظِلالهits shade
وَدَعت غَض صِباي تَحتَ ظِلاله
وَدَفنتand I buried بيضwhite سنيmy years فيin مِحرابـهits prayer niche
وَدَفنت بيض سني في مِحرابـه
I left my tender boyhood beneath its shade,
And the prime of my youth called under its shades
And buried my white years in its prayer niche.
And the eggs of my years were buried in its shrine
وَلَقيتand I encountered مِنfrom عنتthe vexation of الزيودthe Zayds مَشاكِـلاًdifficulties
وَلَقيت مِن عنت الزيود مَشاكِـلاً
وَبَكيتand I wept مِنbecause of عمروAmr وَمِنand because of أَعرابـهhis grammatical parsing
وَبَكيت مِن عمرو وَمِن أَعرابـه
And faced difficulties from the vexations of the Zayds,
And I faced problems from the tyranny of chiefs
And wept over Amr and his grammatical parsing.
And cried from Amr and his bedouins
نَضرتI flourished فَجرسنـيthen it seasoned me مِـنwith أَندائِـهِits dews
نَضرت فَجرسنـي مِـن أَندائِـهِ
وَاِشتَرَتand I gathered ملءthe fill of يَديءmy hand مِنfrom أَعنابِـهِits grapes
وَاِشتَرَت ملء يَديء مِن أَعنابِـهِ
I flourished; it seasoned me with its dews,
It blossomed and its phrases delighted me
And I gathered a handful of its grapes.
And I bought with full hands from its grapes
رَفعraised الشَبابthe young إِلَيكَtoward you مِـنfrom أَقلامِـهِtheir pens
رَفع الشَباب إِلَيكَ مِـن أَقلامِـهِ
عَمـداpillars مركـزةfirmly set عَلـىupon آدابِــهِtheir learning
عَمـدا مركـزة عَلـى آدابِــهِ
The young raised toward you, from their pens,
Youth raised to you from their pens
Pillars firmly grounded in their learning.
Pillars focused on its manners
وَتَسابَقواand they raced لِلمَجـدfor glory فيـكَwithin you وَكُلنـاand each of us
وَتَسابَقوا لِلمَجـد فيـكَ وَكُلنـا
علقclung بِحَقto the right to المَجـدglory مِـنamong طُلابـهits seekers
علق بِحَق المَجـد مِـن طُلابـه
And they raced for glory within you; each of us
And they competed for glory in you and all of us
Clung to the right to glory, one of its seekers.
Clung to the right of glory from its students
حَتّىuntil يَكونbecomes المَجدglory وَهُوَthough it is مصـوحwithered
حَتّى يَكون المَجد وَهُوَ مصـوح
فيon الأَرضthe earth مُنقَلبturned back عَلىupon أَعقابـهits heels
في الأَرض مُنقَلب عَلى أَعقابـه
Until glory becomes—though it is withered,
Until glory becomes overturned upon its heels
On earth, turned back upon its heels—
In the land, being transformed upon its consequences
صُوراًimages مُوَثَقةfirmly secured العَرىbonds فيwithin ناشيءa budding youth
صُوراً مُوَثَقة العَرى في ناشيء
حدثyoung مُصورةimprinted عَلـىupon أَعصابِـهِhis nerves
حدث مُصورة عَلـى أَعصابِـهِ
Images with firmly secured bonds within a budding youth,
Images firmly tied in progeny
A young man, with those images imprinted upon his nerves.
Modern images tied to its nerves
وَالمَجدand glory أَجدَرmore fitting بِالشَبـابfor the young وَأَنمـاand yet only
وَالمَجد أَجدَر بِالشَبـاب وَأَنمـا
لِلناسfor people موجـدةresentment عَلـىtoward أَصحابـهits possessors
لِلناس موجـدة عَلـى أَصحابـه
And glory better befits the young; yet
And glory is more deserving of youth, and rather
People feel only resentment toward its possessors.
It originates for people from its people
هُوَit مَعهَديmy institute وَلَئنand if indeed حَفظتI remember صَنيعهits kindness
هُوَ مَعهَدي وَلَئن حَفظت صَنيعه
فَأَناthen I am اِبنthe son of سرحتهits spreading tree الَّذيwho غَنـىsang بِـهِof it
فَأَنا اِبن سرحته الَّذي غَنـى بِـهِ
It is my institute; and if I remember its kindness,
It is my institute, and if I kept its making
Then I am the son of its spreading tree, who sang of it.
Then I am the son it sang of
فَأَعيذso I would shield ناشئةthe young generation of التُقـىpiety أَنthat يرجفـواthey spread slander
فَأَعيذ ناشئة التُقـى أَن يرجفـوا
بِفَتىabout a youth يَمتis related إِلَيـهِto it فـيthrough احسابـهhis lineage
بِفَتى يَمت إِلَيـهِ فـي احسابـه
So I would shield the pious young from spreading slander
So I seek refuge for the progeny of piety lest they tremble
About a youth linked to it through his lineage.
For a youth who stretches to it in its reckoning
ماnot زِلتI have ceased أَكبَرI grow فيamong الشَبابthe young وَأَغتَديand I go out in the morning
ما زِلت أَكبَر في الشَباب وَأَغتَدي
وَأَروحand I return in the evening بَينَamid بخbravo وَياand O مَرحىhurrah بِـهِfor him
وَأَروح بَينَ بخ وَيا مَرحى بِـهِ
I kept growing among the young, going out each morning,
I have not ceased to grow greater in youth and overreach
And returning each evening amid ‘Bravo!’ and ‘Hurrah for him!’
And roam between weeping and frolic in it
حَتّىuntil رَميتI was assailed وَلَستُand I am not أَولthe first كَوكَـبstar
حَتّى رَميت وَلَستُ أَول كَوكَـب
نَفسbegrudged الزَمانTime عَلَيهِto it فَضلthe splendor of شِهابـهits flame
نَفس الزَمان عَلَيهِ فَضل شِهابـه
Until I was assailed; I am not the first star
Until I threw and I’m not the first planet
Whose splendid blaze Time begrudged.
The same times conferred upon it their shooting star
قالواthey said وَارجفتand quaked النُفوسthe souls وَأَوجفـتand fluttered
قالوا وَارجفت النُفوس وَأَوجفـت
هَلَعاًin panic وَهاجَand raged وَماجَand seethed قُسـورthe lion of غابـهits forest
هَلَعاً وَهاجَ وَماجَ قُسـور غابـه
They said—and souls quaked and fluttered,
They said and souls trembled and scared
In panic; the lion of its forest raged and seethed—
Frightened, confused and the castles of its forests roared
كفرdisbelieved اِبنthe son of يوسفYusuf مِنwhat a شَقيwretch وَأَعتَديand transgressed
كفر اِبن يوسف مِن شَقي وَأَعتَدي
وَبَغىand rebelled وَلَسـتُand I am not بِعابـئcaring أَوor آبـهpaying heed
وَبَغى وَلَسـتُ بِعابـئ أَو آبـه
‘The son of Yusuf has disbelieved—what a wretch!—and transgressed,
The son of Yusuf blasphemed in misery and transgressed
And rebelled!’ Yet I neither care nor heed.
And rebelled and I do not care or mind
قالوthey said احرقُوهburn him بلrather اصلبوهcrucify him بلrather انسفوscatter
قالو احرقُوه بل اصلبوه بل انسفو
للريحto the wind ناجسunclean عظمهhis bones وإهابهand his hide
للريح ناجس عظمه وإهابه
They said, ‘Burn him! No, crucify him! No, scatter
They said, “Burn him.” But, “Crucify him.” But, “Tear asunder
To the wind his unclean bones and his hide!’
for the wind his rotten bones and skull.”
وَلَوand if انthat فَوقbeyond المَوتdeath مِنany مُتلمـسthing to seek
وَلَو ان فَوق المَوت مِن مُتلمـس
لِلمَرءfor a man مـدwould have been extended إِلَـيtoward me مِـنsome of أَسبابـهits means
لِلمَرء مـد إِلَـي مِـن أَسبابـه
And if there were anything to seek beyond death
And if above death there were means
For a man, some means of reaching it would have been stretched toward me.
For a man to stretch to from its causes
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.