قَدindeed خِفتُI have feared أَلّاthat … not أَراكُمI see you آخِرَto the end of الأَبَدِeternity
قَد خِفتُ أَلّا أَراكُم آخِرَ الأَبَدِ
وَأَنand that أَموتَI die بِهَذاof this الشَوقِlonging وَالكَمَدِand grief
وَأَن أَموتَ بِهَذا الشَوقِ وَالكَمَدِ
I have feared I shall not see you for the rest of time,
I fear I'll never see you again till the end of time
And that I shall die of this longing and grief.
And that I'll die of this yearning and ennui
المَوتُdeath ياO مالِكيmy master خَيرٌbetter وَأَروَحُand more restful ليfor me
المَوتُ يا مالِكي خَيرٌ وَأَروَحُ لي
مِنthan أَنthat أَعيشَI live حَليفَa companion of الهَمِّworry وَالسُهُدِand sleeplessness
مِن أَن أَعيشَ حَليفَ الهَمِّ وَالسُهُدِ
Death, O my master, is better and more restful for me
Death, my dear ones, is better for me
Than living as a companion to worry and sleeplessness.
Than to live shackled by worries and melancholy
ياO عَلوَʿAlw ياO زينَةَornament of الدُنياthe world وَبَهجَتِهاand its delight
يا عَلوَ يا زينَةَ الدُنيا وَبَهجَتِها
أَنضَجتِyou have cooked قَلبيmy heart وَأَلبَستِand you have clothed الهَوىpassion كَبِديmy liver
أَنضَجتِ قَلبي وَأَلبَستِ الهَوى كَبِدي
O ʿAlw, O ornament of the world and its delight,
O sublime beauty, joy of this life
You have cooked my heart and clothed my liver in passion.
You've ripened my heart and clad my love in armor
ماwhat ضَرَّharmed قَوماًa people إِذاif أَوطَأتِyou set foot upon أَرضَهُمُtheir land
ما ضَرَّ قَوماً إِذا أَوطَأتِ أَرضَهُمُ
أَلّاthat … not يَرَواthey see ضَوءَthe light of شَمسٍa sun آخِرَto the end of الأَبَدِeternity
أَلّا يَرَوا ضَوءَ شَمسٍ آخِرَ الأَبَدِ
What harm would it do a people, if you set foot upon their land,
No people were ever harmed
Never to see sunlight till the end of time?
By never again seeing the sun's light till the end of days
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.