خَطَرَتْstirred لِذِكرِكِat the memory of you ياO أُمَيمَةُUmayma خَطرَةٌa passing thought
خَطَرَتْ لِذِكرِكِ يا أُمَيمَةُ خَطرَةٌ
بِالقَلبِin the heart تَجلِبُbrings عَبرَةَa tear المُشتاقِthe longing lover
بِالقَلبِ تَجلِبُ عَبرَةَ المُشتاقِ
A thought stirred at the memory of you, O Umayma,
The thought of you occurs to me, O Umaymah,
In my heart, bringing a longing lover's tear,
Bringing heartache that afflicts the longing lover,
وَتَذودُand drives away عَنfrom قَلبيmy heart سِواكِall but you كَماjust as أَبَىrefused
وَتَذودُ عَن قَلبي سِواكِ كَما أَبَى
دَمعيmy tears جَوازَthe passage of النَّومِsleep بِالآماقِthrough the inner eye-corners
دَمعي جَوازَ النَّومِ بِالآماقِ
And drives all but you from my heart, just as
And guards my heart from all but you, as my tears refused
My tears denied sleep passage through the corners of my eyes.
To let sleep pass through to the pupil.
لَمdid not يُبقِleave مِنّيof me الحُبُّlove غَيرَexcept حُشاشَةٍa remnant of life
لَم يُبقِ مِنّي الحُبُّ غَيرَ حُشاشَةٍ
تَشكوlaments الصَبابَةَardent longing فاِذهَبيso go بِالباقيwith what remains
تَشكو الصَبابَةَ فاِذهَبي بِالباقي
Love has left of me only a remnant of life
Love has left me nothing but a whisper
That laments its yearning—so take away what remains.
Complaining of youth - so take the rest!
أَيُبِلُّcan he recover? مَنone whose جَلَبَbrought السَّقامَillness طَبيبُهُhis physician
أَيُبِلُّ مَن جَلَبَ السَّقامَ طَبيبُهُ
وَيُفيقُand regains his senses مَنone whom سَحَرَتهُbewitched him عَينُthe eye of الرَّاقيthe reciter of healing charms
وَيُفيقُ مَن سَحَرَتهُ عَينُ الرَّاقي
Can one recover when his physician brought the sickness?
Can he who brought the sickness cure it?
And can one regain his senses when the charm-healer's eye bewitched him?
Can one awaken from the spell of the charming eye?
إِنif كانَwas طَرفُكِyour eye ذاقَtasted ريقَكِyour saliva فالَّذيthen what
إِن كانَ طَرفُكِ ذاقَ ريقَكِ فالَّذي
أَلقىI suffer مِنَfrom المَسقيِّthe one given a drink فِعلُthe doing of السَّاقيthe cupbearer
أَلقى مِنَ المَسقيِّ فِعلُ السَّاقي
If your eye has tasted your saliva, then what
If your glance has tasted your saliva, then the one
I suffer from the drinker is the cupbearer's doing.
Who pours from the water-skin did the pouring!
نَفسيmy soul فِداؤُكِyour ransom مِنsuch a ظَلومٍcruel one أُعطيَتْshe was granted
نَفسي فِداؤُكِ مِن ظَلومٍ أُعطيَتْ
رِقَّthe servitude of القُلوبِhearts وَطاعَةَand the obedience of الأَحداقِeyes
رِقَّ القُلوبِ وَطاعَةَ الأَحداقِ
My soul be your ransom, cruel one, who was granted
My soul is your ransom from an oppressor - you were given
The servitude of hearts and the obedience of eyes.
Command of hearts and obedience from the eyelids.
فَلِقِلَّةso, because of the scarcity of الأَشباهِequals فيماin what أُوتِيَتْshe was given
فَلِقِلَّة الأَشباهِ فيما أُوتِيَتْ
أَضحَتshe has become تُدلُّacts with coquettish pride بكثرةِbecause of the abundance of العشُّاقِlovers
أَضحَت تُدلُّ بكثرةِ العشُّاقِ
So, because she has few equals in what she was given,
For the paucity of your matches in what you were given,
She has grown haughty with her many lovers.
You have come to lead multitudes of lovers.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.