عَرَفتُI recognized دارَكُمُyour dwelling وَالرَكبُand the caravan يُنكِرُهاdoes not recognize it
عَرَفتُ دارَكُمُ وَالرَكبُ يُنكِرُها
قَلبيmy heart وَإِنand though جَهِلَتdid not recognize عَينيmy eye يُخَبِّرُهاinforms it
قَلبي وَإِن جَهِلَت عَيني يُخَبِّرُها
I recognized your dwelling, while the caravan did not recognize it.
I knew your home though travelers did not know it
My heart tells my eye of it, though my eye did not recognize it.
My heart told me though my eyes did not show it
ماnot كادَهاmeant it harm الريحُthe wind قِدماًof old حينَwhen يَنسِفُهاsweeps it away
ما كادَها الريحُ قِدماً حينَ يَنسِفُها
وَإِنَّماbut only خَلفَهُمbehind them أَمسىcame to be يُسَيِّرُهاmoves it along
وَإِنَّما خَلفَهُم أَمسى يُسَيِّرُها
The wind meant it no harm of old when it swept it away;
The wind barely touched it as it raged
it only came to carry it along behind them.
Those left behind made easy work of the damage
لَقَدindeed عَفَتwas effaced وَذُيولُand the skirts الريحِof the wind إِنif سُحِبَتare dragged
لَقَد عَفَت وَذُيولُ الريحِ إِن سُحِبَت
لَمdid not يَبقَremain مِنof رَسمِهاits outline باقٍany remnant يُعَثِّرُهاtrips them up
لَم يَبقَ مِن رَسمِها باقٍ يُعَثِّرُها
It has indeed been effaced, and if the wind's skirts are dragged,
Though the ends of the winds were pulled out
no remnant of its outline remains to trip them up.
No lasting trace could make it doubt
ياO دارُdwelling كُنتِyou were لِأَفلاكِfor the spheres الهَوىof love فَلَكاًa celestial sphere
يا دارُ كُنتِ لِأَفلاكِ الهَوى فَلَكاً
فَماyet not اِستَطَعتُكِcould make you أَفلاكاًships أُسَمِّرُهاnail them together
فَما اِستَطَعتُكِ أَفلاكاً أُسَمِّرُها
O dwelling, you were a sphere for the spheres of love;
O home you were to the stars of love a orbit
yet I could not make you ships to nail together.
Yet as their orbits I could not support it
ماnot أَنتِyou إِلّاexcept عَروسٌa bride وَالرَبيعُand spring لَهاfor her
ما أَنتِ إِلّا عَروسٌ وَالرَبيعُ لَها
فيin كُلِّevery عامٍyear بِماwith what يَشريit buys يُشَوِّرُهاfurnishes her trousseau
في كُلِّ عامٍ بِما يَشري يُشَوِّرُها
You are but a bride, for whom spring
You’re but a bride and for you spring does
each year provides a trousseau with what it buys.
With everything it buys yearly renew
وَالدارُand the dwelling كَالساكِنيهاlike its inhabitants حُكمُthe decree خالِقِهاof its Creator
وَالدارُ كَالساكِنيها حُكمُ خالِقِها
يُميتُهاputs it to death وَإِذاand when ماemphatic particle شاءَHe wills يَنشُرُهاresurrects it
يُميتُها وَإِذا ما شاءَ يَنشُرُها
And the dwelling, like its inhabitants, is under its Creator's decree:
A home is like those dwelling within
He puts it to death and, when He wills, resurrects it.
The Creator takes life and gives it again
كَمhow many لِلسَحائِبِbelonging to the clouds عِندَat الدارِthe dwelling مِنof مِنَنٍfavors
كَم لِلسَحائِبِ عِندَ الدارِ مِن مِنَنٍ
مِشكورَةٍgratefully acknowledged وَلِسانُand the tongue الرَوضِof the garden يَشكُرُهاgives thanks for them
مِشكورَةٍ وَلِسانُ الرَوضِ يَشكُرُها
How many favors the clouds have bestowed upon the dwelling—
How many favors has the rain unto the home
gratefully acknowledged, and the garden's tongue gives thanks for them!
Thanked, and the meadows thank it as they roam
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.