وَمَجرٍand one drawing forth عَلىover الأَوتارِthe strings صَوتاًa voice يُجاوِبُهanswers him
وَمَجرٍ عَلى الأَوتارِ صَوتاً يُجاوِبُه
مُعَقرَبَةٌcurled like scorpions أَصداغُهُhis sidelocks وَذَوائِبُهand his tresses
مُعَقرَبَةٌ أَصداغُهُ وَذَوائِبُه
And one drawing from the strings a voice that answers him,
The tune on the strings has an echo responding,
His sidelocks and tresses curled like scorpions.
Its clauses adorned and its phrases flowing.
إِذاwhen رَيَّحَتهُrefreshes him الراحُwine لاحَshone forth بِعارِضٍwith a cheek
إِذا رَيَّحَتهُ الراحُ لاحَ بِعارِضٍ
يُنيرُshines إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle اللَيلُthe night غابَتhave vanished كَواكِبُهits stars
يُنيرُ إِذا ما اللَيلُ غابَت كَواكِبُه
When wine refreshes him, his cheek shines forth,
When the breeze blows lightly, it gleams with a ray,
Glowing when the stars of night have vanished.
Illuminating when the stars of night fade.
أَدِرهاpass it round فَهَذاfor this الرَوضُthe garden يُحييgives life نَسيمُهُits breeze
أَدِرها فَهَذا الرَوضُ يُحيي نَسيمُهُ
وَهَذاand this أَمينُtrusted one اللَهِof God تُغنيenrich مَواهِبُهhis gifts
وَهَذا أَمينُ اللَهِ تُغني مَواهِبُه
Pass it round, for this garden’s breeze gives life,
Turn it gently, and this garden's breeze gives life,
And this is God’s trusted one, whose gifts enrich.
And this trustee of God, his gifts bring joy.
وَأَصبَحَتِand has become الدُنياthe world تُنيرُshines بِزَهرَةٍwith a bloom
وَأَصبَحَتِ الدُنيا تُنيرُ بِزَهرَةٍ
كَساهاclothed it أَميرُthe Commander المُؤمِنينَof the Faithful وَكاتِبُهand his scribe
كَساها أَميرُ المُؤمِنينَ وَكاتِبُه
And the world now shines with a bloom
The world is now lit with a blossoming flower,
In which the Commander of the Faithful and his scribe have clothed it.
Adorned by the Prince of Believers and his scribe.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.