برقُthe lightning الكَرىslumber أَهدىgave as a gift لِعَينيto my eye الأَبرَقاal-Abraq
برقُ الكَرى أَهدى لِعَيني الأَبرَقا
بِضِيائِهِwith its radiance فَأَعادَand so restored أَعيادَfestivals اللِقاof reunion
بِضِيائِهِ فَأَعادَ أَعيادَ اللِقا
The lightning of slumber brought al-Abraq before my eye
The lightning of the lands brought light to my eyes,
with its radiance, and so restored the festivals of reunion.
With its radiance, it renewed the days of meeting.
لَمّاwhen اِنطَوىwas folded away نَشرُthe unfolding السُرورُof joy بِيَقظَةٍby an awakening
لَمّا اِنطَوى نَشرُ السُرورُ بِيَقظَةٍ
لَيسَتِwas not الرُقادَslumber بِهاthrough it أَعَزَّmade hard to attain المُلتَقىthe meeting
لَيسَتِ الرُقادَ بِها أَعَزَّ المُلتَقى
When outspread joy was folded away by an awakening
When the joy of wakefulness unfolded,
that was no slumber, it thereby made reunion hard to attain
Sleep was no longer the most precious gathering.
وَأَجَدَّand renewed ليfor me وَجداًa yearning جَعَلتُI turned عَهادَهُits recurring showers
وَأَجَدَّ لي وَجداً جَعَلتُ عَهادَهُ
دَمعاًtears بِمَعهَدِat the place of جَمعِناour gathering مُتَفَرِّقاscattered
دَمعاً بِمَعهَدِ جَمعِنا مُتَفَرِّقا
and renewed in me a yearning whose showers I turned
It stirred in me a passion, which made me shed
into scattered tears at the place of our gathering.
Tears of yearning in the place of our separated union.
فَجَرىso it flowed عَقيقاًas carnelian بِالعَقيقِat al-Aqiq لِبُعدِbecause of the remoteness of مَنone who
فَجَرى عَقيقاً بِالعَقيقِ لِبُعدِ مَن
قَدalready كانَused to يَجريهِmake it flow نَقِيّاًclear بِالنَقاat al-Naqa
قَد كانَ يَجريهِ نَقِيّاً بِالنَقا
So they flowed like carnelian at al-Aqiq, for the remoteness of one
So it flowed as carnelian with carnelian for the absence of one
who once used to make them flow clear at al-Naqa.
Who used to flow it purely with purity.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.