أمولايO my lord عُذراpardon منfor ضنيa wasting illness عنكfrom you عاقنيkept me back
أمولاي عُذرا من ضني عنك عاقني
وسرand go فيin أمانprotection اللهGod منfrom سائرall الخوفfear
وسر في أمان الله من سائر الخوف
O my lord, pardon me for a wasting illness that kept me from you.
My love, forgive me for neglecting you.
And go in God's protection, safe from all fear.
My secret is safe with God, free from all fear.
ركبتمyou rode بريحwith the wind of النّصرvictory تنحونyou head toward قبلةthe qibla (prayer direction)
ركبتم بريح النّصر تنحون قبلة
أمسكنيheld me back إمساكretention ريحwind (intestinal gas) منfrom الجوفthe belly
أمسكني إمساك ريح من الجوف
You rode with the wind of victory, heading toward the qibla.
You ride the winds of triumph toward destiny.
Trapped wind in my belly held me back.
Hold me close like the breath inside my chest.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.