تَلَقَّبَassumed a title مَلِكٌa king قاهِراًConqueror مِنout of سَفاهَةٍfolly
تَلَقَّبَ مَلِكٌ قاهِراً مِن سَفاهَةٍ
وَلِلَّهِand to God مَولاهُhis Lord المَمالِكُthe kingdoms وَالقَهرُand subduing power
وَلِلَّهِ مَولاهُ المَمالِكُ وَالقَهرُ
A king, out of folly, styled himself 'Conqueror';
A fool took on the title of conqueror in ignorance
Yet to God, his Lord, belong the kingdoms and the power to subdue.
Yet to God belong all kingdoms and conquest
أَتَغضَبُdo you grow angry أَنthat تُدعىyou are called لَئيماًbase مُذَمَّماًblameworthy
أَتَغضَبُ أَن تُدعى لَئيماً مُذَمَّماً
وَحَسبُكَand enough for you لُؤماًas baseness أَنَّthat والِدَكَyour father الدَهرُTime
وَحَسبُكَ لُؤماً أَنَّ والِدَكَ الدَهرُ
Do you resent being called base and blameworthy,
Do you get angry when called vile and loathsome?
When it is baseness enough that Time is your father?
It is shame enough that your father is Time
تَزَوَّجَmarried دُنياهُhis world الغَبِيُّthe fool بِجَهلِهِin his ignorance
تَزَوَّجَ دُنياهُ الغَبِيُّ بِجَهلِهِ
فَقَدand indeed نَشَزَتshe rebelled مِنfrom بَعدِafter ماthat قُبِضَwas received المَهرُthe bridal gift
فَقَد نَشَزَت مِن بَعدِ ما قُبِضَ المَهرُ
The fool, in his ignorance, married his world,
The ignorant married the world in his foolishness
And indeed she rebelled after the bridal gift was received.
Yet she rebelled after the dowry was paid
تَطَهَّرpurify yourself بِبُعدٍby keeping away مِنfrom أَذاهاher harm وَكَيدِهاand her guile
تَطَهَّر بِبُعدٍ مِن أَذاها وَكَيدِها
فَتِلكَfor that one بَغيٌّa harlot لاnot يَصِحُّis possible لَهاfor her طُهرُpurity
فَتِلكَ بَغيٌّ لا يَصِحُّ لَها طُهرُ
Purify yourself by keeping away from her harm and her guile,
Purify yourself by keeping your distance from her deceit
For she is a harlot for whom purity is impossible.
For that is an invalid divorce that cannot make her pure
وَأَنفَقتُand I spent بِالأَنفاسِin breaths عُمريmy lifetime مُجَزِّئاًdividing into parts
وَأَنفَقتُ بِالأَنفاسِ عُمري مُجَزِّئاً
بِهاwith them اليَومَthe day ثُمَّthen الشَهرَthe month يَتبَعُهُfollows it الشَهرُthe month
بِها اليَومَ ثُمَّ الشَهرَ يَتبَعُهُ الشَهرُ
And I spent my life in breaths, dividing
I spent my life breath by breath
The day by them, then the month, one month following another,
Marking days that follow into months
يَسيراًa little يَسيراًa little مِثلَlike ماhow أَخَذَgained المَدىthe lead
يَسيراً يَسيراً مِثلَ ما أَخَذَ المَدى
عَلىover الناسِthe people ماشٍa walker فيin جَوانِحِهِhis ribs بُهرُbreathlessness
عَلى الناسِ ماشٍ في جَوانِحِهِ بُهرُ
Little by little, as a lead was gained
Slowly, slowly like Time has marched against mankind
Over others by a walker with breathlessness in his breast,
With eons hidden in its essence
كَذَرٍّlike tiny ants عَلىon ظَهرِthe back of الكَثيبِthe sand dune فَلَمand did not يَزَلcease
كَذَرٍّ عَلى ظَهرِ الكَثيبِ فَلَم يَزَل
بِهِwith it السَيرُthe journey حَتّىuntil صارَbecame مِنfrom خَلفِهِbehind it الظَهرُthe back
بِهِ السَيرُ حَتّى صارَ مِن خَلفِهِ الظَهرُ
Like a tiny ant on a sand dune's back, borne ever onward
Like grains of sand on a dune that kept walking
By its journey, until the dune's back lay behind it.
Until what was behind became the horizon
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.