دَعهُleave him فَقَدfor indeed جَذَبَpulled الهَوىlove بِعِنانِهِby his rein
دَعهُ فَقَد جَذَبَ الهَوى بِعِنانِهِ
وَشُؤونُهُand his tear ducts هَتَكَتlaid bare سَريرَةَthe secret of شانِهِhis plight
وَشُؤونُهُ هَتَكَت سَريرَةَ شانِهِ
Leave him be, for love has tugged at his rein,
Leave him be, for desire has pulled his reins,
And his tear ducts have laid bare the secret of his plight.
And his affairs have violated the secret of his glory.
إِنَّindeed اِنتِهاكَthe violation of السِرِّthe secret فيunder حُكمِthe rule of الهَوىlove
إِنَّ اِنتِهاكَ السِرِّ في حُكمِ الهَوى
حُلوٌsweet فَسِرso go بِالسِرِّwith the secret عَنaway from كِتمانِهِits concealment
حُلوٌ فَسِر بِالسِرِّ عَن كِتمانِهِ
Indeed, under love's rule, the disclosure of a secret
To divulge a secret is sweet when in love's grip,
Is sweet; so carry the secret out of hiding.
So reveal your secret and cease concealing it.
هَيهاتَimpossible أَنthat تَخفىremain hidden صَبابَةُthe longing of عاشِقٍa lover
هَيهاتَ أَن تَخفى صَبابَةُ عاشِقٍ
وَجُنونُهُand his madness مُستَحكِمٌfirmly entrenched بِجنانِهِin his heart
وَجُنونُهُ مُستَحكِمٌ بِجنانِهِ
Impossible that a lover's longing should remain hidden,
Alas, the ardour of a lover cannot be hidden,
While his madness holds firm sway within his heart.
Nor his madness as it rules his mind.
وَمُمَنطَقٍand a girdled one عِندَat اِرتِجاجَةِthe quivering of رِدفِهِhis haunches
وَمُمَنطَقٍ عِندَ اِرتِجاجَةِ رِدفِهِ
يَخشىhe fears اِنخِزالَthe snapping of الخَصرِthe waist فيin هَيمانِهِhis lovesick wandering
يَخشى اِنخِزالَ الخَصرِ في هَيمانِهِ
And a girdled one, when his haunches quiver,
When his hips sway, the girthed one fears
Fears his waist will snap in his lovesick wandering.
The belt around his waist may slide and slip.
هاروتُHarut بابِلَBabylon كامِنٌlurking فيin طَرفِهِhis eye
هاروتُ بابِلَ كامِنٌ في طَرفِهِ
مُتَعَلِّمٌa learner لِلسِّحرِof magic مِنfrom إِنسانِهِits pupil
مُتَعَلِّمٌ لِلسِّحرِ مِن إِنسانِهِ
Harut of Babylon lies hidden in his eye,
Harut of Babylon hides in his glance,
Learning magic from its pupil.
Learning magic from this human's being.
وَكَأَنَّماand as though ماروتُMarut يَعشَقُadores لَفظَهُhis speech
وَكَأَنَّما ماروتُ يَعشَقُ لَفظَهُ
فَيَرىso he sees بَديعَwondrous السِّحرِmagic نَفثَthe breath of لِسانِهِhis tongue
فَيَرى بَديعَ السِّحرِ نَفثَ لِسانِهِ
And it is as though Marut adores his speech,
It's as if Marut were enamoured of his words,
So he sees his tongue's breath as wondrous magic.
Seeing the splendid magic of his tongue's breath.
يَبدوhe appears بِصورَةِin the likeness of يوسُفٍJoseph يَتلوrecites الهَوىlove
يَبدو بِصورَةِ يوسُفٍ يَتلو الهَوى
آياتِverses سورَةِthe surah of يوسُفٍJoseph بِبَيانِهِthrough his eloquence
آياتِ سورَةِ يوسُفٍ بِبَيانِهِ
He appears in Joseph's likeness; love recites
He appears with Yusuf's beauty reciting
The verses of the surah of Joseph through his eloquence.
The surah of Yusuf with eloquent explanation.
مَنwho مُنصِفيmy vindicator مِنagainst شادِنٍa gazelle fawn أَحوىdusky مُعَرriotous (first part)
مَن مُنصِفي مِن شادِنٍ أَحوى مُعَر
بِدِriotous (continuation) لَحظِهِhis glance نَشوانِهِhis drunken glance وَسِنانِهِhis drowsy glance
بِدِ لَحظِهِ نَشوانِهِ وَسِنانِهِ
Who will grant me justice against a dusky fawn, whose riotous
What fair one with swaying grace captivated me
Glance is drunken and drowsy?
With the glances and brilliance of his eyes?
يَجلوreveals الرَبيعُspring بِكُلِّin every فَصلٍseason حُسنَهُhis beauty
يَجلو الرَبيعُ بِكُلِّ فَصلٍ حُسنَهُ
فَالرَوضُso the garden يَخجَلُblushes مِنهُbefore him فيin نَيسانِهِits April
فَالرَوضُ يَخجَلُ مِنهُ في نَيسانِهِ
Spring reveals his beauty in every season,
Spring adorns itself in finery every season,
So the garden blushes before him in its April.
Yet the garden blushes before him in April's bloom.
غَضٌّfresh جَنِيُّthe harvest of الوَردِroses فيon وَجناتِهِhis cheeks
غَضٌّ جَنِيُّ الوَردِ في وَجناتِهِ
يُزريputs to shame بِلَونِthe color of الوَردِroses فيon أَغصانِهِtheir branches
يُزري بِلَونِ الوَردِ في أَغصانِهِ
Fresh is the rose-harvest on his cheeks,
He is rose-cheeked, pink as the rose's hue
Putting the color of roses on their branches to shame.
On branches in the rose gardens.
قَمَرٌa moon وَلَكِنbut صَدُّهُhis rejection لَمdid not يُبقِleave ليfor me
قَمَرٌ وَلَكِن صَدُّهُ لَم يُبقِ لي
رَمَقاًa spark of life يُعيدُrestores الحُسنَbeauty فيthrough إِحسانِهِhis kindness
رَمَقاً يُعيدُ الحُسنَ في إِحسانِهِ
He is a moon, but his rejection has left me
A moon, but his rejection left me no remnants
No spark of life for beauty to revive through his kindness.
To restore his kindness' beauty.
مُتَأَوِّدٌswaying كَالرُمحِlike a spear فِعلُthe effect of قَوامِهِhis figure
مُتَأَوِّدٌ كَالرُمحِ فِعلُ قَوامِهِ
مُتَثَنِّياًbending أَضعافmany times فِعلِthe effect of سِنانِهِits point
مُتَثَنِّياً أَضعاف فِعلِ سِنانِهِ
He sways like a spear; the effect of his figure,
Affectionate as a spear upright in its stance,
As he bends, is many times the effect of its point.
Doubly bending like the blade of his spear.
مِنfrom وَجهِهِhis face تُجنىare gathered ثِمارُfruits الحُسنِbeauty ياripe (first part)
مِن وَجهِهِ تُجنى ثِمارُ الحُسنِ يا
نِعَةًripe (continuation) بِماwith what نَهواهُwe desire مِنfrom بُستانِهِhis garden
نِعَةً بِما نَهواهُ مِن بُستانِهِ
From his face the fruits of beauty are gathered, ripe
From his face goodness' fruits are plucked, gracing us
With what we desire from his garden.
With the bounty of his garden's ban.
يَهتَزُّquivers كَالرُمحِlike a spear المُثَقَّفِstraightened قَدُّهُhis stature
يَهتَزُّ كَالرُمحِ المُثَقَّفِ قَدُّهُ
سَفَكَhas shed الدِّماءَblood بِضَربِهِwith its blows وَطِعانِهِand its thrusts
سَفَكَ الدِّماءَ بِضَربِهِ وَطِعانِهِ
His stature quivers like a straightened spear;
His height sways like a blood-stained spear's
It has shed blood with its blows and thrusts.
Having spilled blood with its strikes and stabs.
لَوif كانَhad موسىMoses جاءَcome فِرعَوناًPharaoh بِعَقwith the scorpion (first part)
لَو كانَ موسى جاءَ فِرعَوناً بِعَق
رَبِscorpion (continuation) صُدغِهِhis temple-curl أَغنَتهُit sufficed him عَنinstead of ثُعبانِهِhis serpent
رَبِ صُدغِهِ أَغنَتهُ عَن ثُعبانِهِ
Had Moses come to Pharaoh with the scorpion
If Moses had brought Pharoah a hair
Of his temple-curl, it would have left him no need of his serpent.
From his mole, it would have spared his serpent.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.