كَبِدٌa liver تَذوبُmelts وَمَدْمَعٌand a tearful eye هَطِلُstreaming
كَبِدٌ تَذوبُ وَمَدْمَعٌ هَطِلُ
فَمتىso when يُوَرِّعُwill restrain صَبْوَتيmy passion عَذَلُreproach
فَمتى يُوَرِّعُ صَبْوَتي عَذَلُ
A liver melts, and an eye streams with tears.
My liver melts and tears pour down
When, then, will reproach restrain my passion?
So when will my tormentor feel shame?
ماذاwhat يَرُومُseeks بِهِby it العَذولُthe reproacher وَكَمْand how often
ماذا يَرُومُ بِهِ العَذولُ وَكَمْ
يَلْويtwists عَليهِover it لِسانَهُhis tongue الخَطَلُfolly
يَلْوي عَليهِ لِسانَهُ الخَطَلُ
What does the reproacher seek thereby, and how often
What does the blamer intend with his blame?
does folly twist his tongue over it?
How twisted becomes his loose tongue!
أَمّاas for السُّلُوُّforgetting love فَإِنَّthen indeed مَطْلَبَهُits attainment
أَمّا السُّلُوُّ فَإِنَّ مَطْلَبَهُ
صَعْبٌhard وَلَكِنْbut أَدْمُعِيmy tears ذُلُلُpliant
صَعْبٌ وَلَكِنْ أَدْمُعِي ذُلُلُ
As for forgetting love, attaining it
As for pacifying him, that is difficult
is hard, but my tears flow readily.
But my tears are submissive
وَبِمُهْجَتِيand with my life's blood رَشَأٌa young gazelle كَأَنَّas though بِهِin him
وَبِمُهْجَتِي رَشَأٌ كَأَنَّ بِهِ
ثَمَلاًdrunkenness يَميلُhe sways بِهِwith it وَيَعْتَدِلُand straightens
ثَمَلاً يَميلُ بِهِ وَيَعْتَدِلُ
And my life's blood for a young gazelle, as though he had
And my affection is fresh as if
a drunkenness that makes him sway and straighten.
Swaying, ripe fruit hangs from it
كَالمِسْكِlike musk فيin لَوْنٍcolor وَفيand in أَرَجٍfragrance
كَالمِسْكِ في لَوْنٍ وَفي أَرَجٍ
يُمْتارُis procured مِنْهُfrom him العَنْبَرُambergris الشَّمِلُfragrant
يُمْتارُ مِنْهُ العَنْبَرُ الشَّمِلُ
Like musk in color and in fragrance,
Like musk in its hue and in its scent
fragrant ambergris is drawn from him.
From which pure amber is extracted
فَجَلاthus unveiled صَباحَthe dawn of الشَّيْبِgray hair حِينَwhen حَكىresembled
فَجَلا صَباحَ الشَّيْبِ حِينَ حَكى
لَيْلَthe night of الشَّبيبَةِyouth ثَغْرُهُhis teeth الرَّتَلُevenly set
لَيْلَ الشَّبيبَةِ ثَغْرُهُ الرَّتَلُ
Thus the dawn of gray hair was unveiled—when he resembled
So the morning of white hair dawned
the night of youth—by his evenly set teeth.
When the mouth of youth told the tale of its night
ياO لائِميmy reproacher وَجَوانِحِيand my ribs دَمِيَتْhave bled
يا لائِمي وَجَوانِحِي دَمِيَتْ
وَجْداًwith longing بِهِfor him وَالْقَلْبُand the heart مُخْتَبَلُderanged
وَجْداً بِهِ وَالْقَلْبُ مُخْتَبَلُ
O my reproacher, my ribs have bled
Oh you who blame me, my essence withered
from longing for him, and my heart is deranged.
In passion for it while the heart crumpled
تَهْوَىyou love الظِّباءَgazelles الكُحْلَkohl-dark أَعْيُنُهاtheir eyes
تَهْوَى الظِّباءَ الكُحْلَ أَعْيُنُها
وَتَعِيبُand you fault ظَبْياًa gazelle كُلُّهُall of him كَحَلُkohl-like darkness
وَتَعِيبُ ظَبْياً كُلُّهُ كَحَلُ
You love gazelles whose eyes are kohl-dark,
The gazelles desire dark kohl around their eyes
yet fault a gazelle who is kohl-dark all over.
And the young one finds fault in all things tinted
قَدْindeed صِيغَwas fashioned مِنْfrom حَبِّthe kernels of القلوبِhearts كَماas
قَدْ صِيغَ مِنْ حَبِّ القلوبِ كَما
نَفَضَتْshook out عَلَيْهِover him سَوادَهاtheir blackness المُقَلُeyes
نَفَضَتْ عَلَيْهِ سَوادَها المُقَلُ
He was fashioned from the kernels of hearts, as though
It is molded from the love of hearts
eyes had shaken their blackness over him.
As their blackness poured upon it
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.