أَيَعلَمُdoes it know? قَبرٌa grave بِالجُنَينَةِin al-Junaynah أَنَّناthat we
أَيَعلَمُ قَبرٌ بِالجُنَينَةِ أَنَّنا
أَقَمناwe stayed بِهِbeside it نَنعىwe mourn النَدىgenerosity وَالمَعالِياand lofty deeds
أَقَمنا بِهِ نَنعى النَدى وَالمَعالِيا
Does a grave in al-Junaynah know that we
Does the grave in al-Junaynah know that we
have stayed beside it, mourning generosity and lofty deeds?
Stopped by it to lament the dew and loftiness?
حَطَطناwe dismounted فَحَيَّيناthen we saluted مَساعيهِhis achievements أَنَّهاthat they
حَطَطنا فَحَيَّينا مَساعيهِ أَنَّها
عِظامُmighty المَساعيachievements لاnot العِظامَthe bones البَوالِياdecaying
عِظامُ المَساعي لا العِظامَ البَوالِيا
We dismounted and saluted his achievements, for they
We alighted and greeted its efforts - that they
are mighty achievements, not decaying bones.
Are the bones of efforts, not the bones of calamities.
مَرَرناwe passed بِهِby it فَاِستَشرَفَتناthen looked out toward us رُسومُهُits traces
مَرَرنا بِهِ فَاِستَشرَفَتنا رُسومُهُ
كَماas اِستَشرَفَlooked out toward الرَوضُthe meadow الظِباءَthe gazelles الجَوازِياpassing
كَما اِستَشرَفَ الرَوضُ الظِباءَ الجَوازِيا
We passed by it, and its traces looked out toward us,
As we passed by it, its features greeted us
as a meadow looks out toward passing gazelles.
As the meadow greeted the passing does.
وَماand not لاحَappeared ذاكَthat التُربُearth حَتّىuntil تَحَلَّبَتtrickled forth
وَما لاحَ ذاكَ التُربُ حَتّى تَحَلَّبَت
مِنَof الدَمعِtears أَوشالٌtrickles مَلَأنَthey filled المَآقِياthe inner eye-corners
مِنَ الدَمعِ أَوشالٌ مَلَأنَ المَآقِيا
And no sooner did that earth appear than there trickled forth
And that soil did not glisten until
trickles of tears that filled the inner corners of our eyes.
Rivulets of tears filled the watering places.
نَزَلناwe descended إِلَيهِto it عَنfrom ظُهورِthe backs of جِيادِناour steeds
نَزَلنا إِلَيهِ عَن ظُهورِ جِيادِنا
نُكَفكِفُwe wipe away بِالأَيديwith hands الدُموعَthe tears الجَوارِياflowing
نُكَفكِفُ بِالأَيدي الدُموعَ الجَوارِيا
We dismounted beside it from the backs of our steeds,
We descended by the backs of our steeds
wiping the flowing tears away with our hands.
To wipe away with our hands the flowing tears.
وَلَمّاand when تَجاهَشناwe burst into البُكاءَweeping وَلَمand not نُطِقwe were able
وَلَمّا تَجاهَشنا البُكاءَ وَلَم نُطِق
عَنِfrom الوَجدِgrief إِقلاعاًa breaking away عَذَرناwe excused البَواكِياthe weeping women
عَنِ الوَجدِ إِقلاعاً عَذَرنا البَواكِيا
And when we burst into weeping and could not
And when we struggled with weeping and could not
break free from grief, we excused the weeping women.
Refrain from passion, the criers excused us.
أَقولُI say لِرَكبٍto a band of riders رائِحينَdeparting تَعَرَّجواturn aside
أَقولُ لِرَكبٍ رائِحينَ تَعَرَّجوا
أُريكُمI show you بِهِat it فَرعاًa branch مِنَof المَجدِglory ذاوِياwithered
أُريكُم بِهِ فَرعاً مِنَ المَجدِ ذاوِيا
I say to departing riders: Turn aside;
I say to a caravan passing by, turn aside -
I will show you there a withered branch of glory.
I will show you through it a withering branch of glory.
أَلِمّواstop by عَليهِbeside him عاقِرينَslaughtering offerings فَإِنَّناfor we
أَلِمّوا عَليهِ عاقِرينَ فَإِنَّنا
إِذاwhen لَمnot نَجِدwe find عَقراًa beast to slaughter عَقَرناwe slaughter القَوافِياthe rhymes
إِذا لَم نَجِد عَقراً عَقَرنا القَوافِيا
Stop beside him, slaughtering offerings; for we,
Tether your she-camels around it, for if
when we find no beast to slaughter, slaughter rhymes.
We do not find a tethering place, we will tether the rhymes.
وَحُطّواand set down بِهِbeside him رَحلَthe saddle of المَكارِمِnoble virtues وَالعُلىand eminence
وَحُطّوا بِهِ رَحلَ المَكارِمِ وَالعُلى
وَكُبّواand overturn الجِفانَthe great bowls عِندَهُbeside him وَالمقارِياand guest-serving dishes
وَكُبّوا الجِفانَ عِندَهُ وَالمقارِيا
Set down beside him the saddle of noble virtues and eminence,
And pitch your belongings of virtues and heights by it
and overturn beside him the great bowls and the dishes for guests.
And shed your tears and eulogies around it.
وَلَوand if أَنصَفواthey were just شَقّواthey would rend عَلَيهِover him ضَمائِراًhearts
وَلَو أَنصَفوا شَقّوا عَلَيهِ ضَمائِراً
وَجَزّواand they would sever رِقاباًnecks بِالظُبىwith sword-edges لاnot نَواصِياforelocks
وَجَزّوا رِقاباً بِالظُبى لا نَواصِيا
Were they just, they would rend their hearts for him
If they were just, they would split their consciences for it
and sever necks with sword-edges, not forelocks.
And separate heads with hyenas, not their necks.
وَقَفناwe stood فَأَرخَصناthen we made cheap الدُموعَthe tears وَرُبَّماand sometimes
وَقَفنا فَأَرخَصنا الدُموعَ وَرُبَّما
تَكونُthey are عَلىat سَومِthe bidding of الغَرامِpassion غَوالِياhigh-priced
تَكونُ عَلى سَومِ الغَرامِ غَوالِيا
We stood and spent our tears cheaply, though sometimes
We stood, so we let flow our tears, and perhaps
they are dear at passion's bidding.
They will be substitutions for the pangs of love.
أَلاlo! أَيُّهاO القَبرُgrave الَّذيwhich ضَمَّenclosed لَحدُهُits burial niche
أَلا أَيُّها القَبرُ الَّذي ضَمَّ لَحدُهُ
قَضيباًa slender blade عَلىagainst هامِthe heads of النَوائِبِcalamities ماضِياkeen
قَضيباً عَلى هامِ النَوائِبِ ماضِيا
O grave, whose burial niche enclosed
O grave, whose enclosure contains
a slender blade keen against the heads of calamities!
A staff striking the brow of catastrophes!
هَلِis it? اِبنُson of هِلالٍHilal مِنذُsince أَودىhe died كَعَهدِناas we knew him
هَلِ اِبنُ هِلالٍ مِنذُ أَودى كَعَهدِنا
هِلالاًa crescent عَلىin ضَوءِthe light of المَطالِعِthe rising horizons باقِياremaining
هِلالاً عَلى ضَوءِ المَطالِعِ باقِيا
Is Ibn Hilal, since he died, still as we knew him—
Since Hilal's son passed away, is there
a crescent still bright on the horizons where it rises?
A crescent by the rising of stars still remaining?
وَتِلكَand those البَنانُfingertips المورِقاتُputting forth leaves مِنَfrom النَدىgenerosity's dew
وَتِلكَ البَنانُ المورِقاتُ مِنَ النَدى
نَواضِبُdrained ماءٍof water أَوor بَواقٍremaining كَماas هِياthey are
نَواضِبُ ماءٍ أَو بَواقٍ كَما هِيا
And those fingertips, putting forth leaves from generosity's dew—
And those bright peaks of dew - are they
are they drained of water, or do they remain as they were?
Fountains or cisterns as they are?
فَإِنso if يَبلَdecays مِنfrom ذاكَthat اللِسانِtongue مَضاؤُهُits keenness
فَإِن يَبلَ مِن ذاكَ اللِسانِ مَضاؤُهُ
فَإِنَّthen indeed بِهِin him عُضواًa limb مِنَof المَجدِglory باقِياremaining
فَإِنَّ بِهِ عُضواً مِنَ المَجدِ باقِيا
And if that tongue's keenness should decay,
For if the glow of that tongue still remains,
yet in him an enduring limb of glory remains.
Then through it a part of glory remains.
يُجيبُhe answers الدَواعيappeals جائِداًgiving generously وَمُدافِعاًand defending
يُجيبُ الدَواعي جائِداً وَمُدافِعاً
هُناكَthere مُرِمٌّa crumbling body لاnot يُجيبُhe answers الدَواعِياappeals
هُناكَ مُرِمٌّ لا يُجيبُ الدَواعِيا
He who answered appeals, giving generously and defending,
It responds to calls, driving off and defending,
lies there crumbling, answering no appeals.
While there a dumb one who does not respond to calls.
وَماand not كُنتُI was آبىrefusing طولَlength of لَبثٍstaying بِقَبرِهِat his grave
وَما كُنتُ آبى طولَ لَبثٍ بِقَبرِهِ
لَوَif اَنّيthat I إِذاwhen اِستَعدَيتُهُI sought his aid كانَhe were عادِياcharging forth
لَوَ اَنّي إِذا اِستَعدَيتُهُ كانَ عادِيا
I would not refuse a long stay at his grave,
I would not complain of the length of his stay in his grave
if, whenever I sought his aid, he would charge forth.
If when I call upon him he would answer.
تَرىyou see الكَلِمَwords الغُرّاتِradiant مِنfrom بَعدِafter مَوتِهِhis death
تَرى الكَلِمَ الغُرّاتِ مِن بَعدِ مَوتِهِ
نَوافِرَfleeing عَمَّنfrom whoever رامَهُنَّsought them نَوائِياfar away
نَوافِرَ عَمَّن رامَهُنَّ نَوائِيا
You see radiant words, after his death,
You see, after his death, his eloquent words
fleeing whoever seeks them, far away.
Pour forth from whoever seeks them like blessings.
هُوَhe الخاضِبُthe stainer of الأَقلامَpens نالَhe attained بِهاwith them عُلىًheights
هُوَ الخاضِبُ الأَقلامَ نالَ بِها عُلىً
تَقاصَرَfell short عَنهاof them الخاضِبونَthose who stained العَوالِياtall lances
تَقاصَرَ عَنها الخاضِبونَ العَوالِيا
He stained the pens, and through them attained heights
He is the one who dyed pens through which he attained heights
beyond the reach of those who stained tall lances.
Beyond which aspirants to heights fall short.
مُعيدُrepeating ضِرابٍblows بِالِسانِwith the tongue لَوَif أَنَّهُthat it
مُعيدُ ضِرابٍ بِالِسانِ لَوَ أَنَّهُ
بِيَومِon a day of وَغىًbattle فَلَّit would blunt الجُرازَthe cleaving sword اليَمانِياYemeni
بِيَومِ وَغىً فَلَّ الجُرازَ اليَمانِيا
He struck repeatedly with a tongue that, had it
A repeater of blows with a tongue which, had it
fought on a day of battle, would have blunted the Yemeni sword.
On a day of battle turned back the Yemeni phalanx.
مَريرُfirmly knit القُوىsinews نالَhe attained المَعالِيَthe heights واثِباًleaping
مَريرُ القُوى نالَ المَعالِيَ واثِباً
إِذاwhile غَيرُهُsomeone other than him نالَattained المَعالِيَthe heights حابِياcrawling
إِذا غَيرُهُ نالَ المَعالِيَ حابِيا
Strong of sinew, he reached the heights in a leap,
Bitter in strength, he attained the heights leaping
while others reached the heights by crawling.
When others attained the heights creeping.
مَضىhe departed لَمnot يُمانِعwarded off عَنهُfrom him قَلبٌa heart مُشَيَّعٌvaliant
مَضى لَم يُمانِع عَنهُ قَلبٌ مُشَيَّعٌ
إِذاwhen هَمَّit resolved لَمnot يَرجِعit retreated عَنِfrom الهَمِّthe resolve نابِياrecoiling
إِذا هَمَّ لَم يَرجِع عَنِ الهَمِّ نابِيا
He departed; no valiant heart could defend him,
He went away - no grieving heart escorted him
a heart that, once resolved, never recoiled from its resolve;
When he decided, he did not turn back from resolve.
وَلاnor مُسنِدوهُthose supporting him بِالأَكُفِّwith palms عَنِaway from الحَشىthe breast
وَلا مُسنِدوهُ بِالأَكُفِّ عَنِ الحَشى
عَلىin جَزَعٍanguish وَالمُفرِشوهُand those pillowing him on التَراقِياcollarbones
عَلى جَزَعٍ وَالمُفرِشوهُ التَراقِيا
nor those supporting him with hands outstretched from their breasts,
Neither those who supported him with palms from his side
in anguish, and those who made their collarbones his pillow.
Over anguished hearts, nor those who laid him on the bier.
وَلاnor رَدَّhe thrust back فيagainst صَدرِthe breast of المَنونِDeath بِراحَةٍwith a palm
وَلا رَدَّ في صَدرِ المَنونِ بِراحَةٍ
يَرُدُّhe repels بِهاwith it سُمرَbrown القَناspear-shafts وَالمَواضِياand keen swords
يَرُدُّ بِها سُمرَ القَنا وَالمَواضِيا
Nor did he thrust against Death's breast with a palm
Nor did he, in the bosom of death, ward off with a palm
with which he would repel brown lances and keen blades.
With which to turn back the heat of midday and watering places.
خَلاwas deserted بَعدَكَafter you الواديthe valley الَّذيwhich كُنتَyou were أُنسَهُits solace
خَلا بَعدَكَ الوادي الَّذي كُنتَ أُنسَهُ
وَأَصبَحَand it became تَعروهُassail it النَوائِبُcalamities وادِياa valley
وَأَصبَحَ تَعروهُ النَوائِبُ وادِيا
The valley whose solace you were lies empty after you,
After you the valley which you had made intimate
and is now a valley beset by calamities.
Became desolate, with catastrophes laying it waste.
أَراحَتcame at evening عَلَيناupon us ثَلَّةُa flock الوَجدِof grief تَرتَعيgrazing
أَراحَت عَلَينا ثَلَّةُ الوَجدِ تَرتَعي
ضَمائِرَناour innermost hearts أَيّامَهاits days وَاللَيالِياand the nights
ضَمائِرَنا أَيّامَها وَاللَيالِيا
Grief's flock has come upon us at evening, grazing
A group of passions settled upon us, grazing
on our innermost hearts through its days and through the nights.
Upon our hearts, its days and nights.
وَلولاكَand but for you كانَwas الصَبرُpatience مِنكَfrom you سَجِيَّةًan innate trait
وَلولاكَ كانَ الصَبرُ مِنكَ سَجِيَّةً
تُراثاًa legacy وَرِثناهُwe inherited it الجُدودَfrom the forefathers الأَوالِياof old
تُراثاً وَرِثناهُ الجُدودَ الأَوالِيا
But for you, I could not endure: patience was a trait you imparted,
If not for you, patience would have been your nature
a legacy we inherited from the forefathers of old.
An inheritance we inherited from the ancient ancestors.
رَضيتُI accepted بِحُكمِthe decree of الدَهرِTime فيكَconcerning you ضَرورَةًout of necessity
رَضيتُ بِحُكمِ الدَهرِ فيكَ ضَرورَةً
وَمَنand who ذاthat one الَّذيwho يَغدوbecomes بِماwith what ساءَcauses sorrow راضِياcontent
وَمَن ذا الَّذي يَغدو بِما ساءَ راضِيا
I accepted Time's decree concerning you out of necessity;
I accepted the decree of fate concerning you out of necessity,
and who ever becomes content with what brings sorrow?
For who is he that goes willingly to what displeases him?
وَطاوَعتُand I yielded to مَنwhoever رامَsought اِنتِزاعَكَwresting you مِنfrom يَديmy hand
وَطاوَعتُ مَن رامَ اِنتِزاعَكَ مِن يَدي
وَلَوand if أَجِدُI find الأَعوانَhelpers أَصبَحتُI would become عاصِياdefiant
وَلَو أَجِدُ الأَعوانَ أَصبَحتُ عاصِيا
I yielded to the one who sought to wrench you from my hand;
And I obeyed the one who wanted to snatch you from my hand,
had I found helpers, I would have been defiant.
Though had I found helpers, I would have become a rebel.
وَطَأمَنتُand I bowed low كيماso that يَعبُرَmight pass الخَطبُcalamity جانِبيmy side
وَطَأمَنتُ كيما يَعبُرَ الخَطبُ جانِبي
فَأَلقىthen it flung itself عَلىupon ظَهريmy back وَجَرَّand dragged زِمامِياmy rein
فَأَلقى عَلى ظَهري وَجَرَّ زِمامِيا
I bowed low so that calamity might pass beside me,
I was resigned so that tribulation would pass by me,
but it flung itself upon my back and dragged my rein.
That I might throw off my burden and loose my bridle.
مَلَأتَyou filled بِمَحياكَwith your life البِلادَthe lands فَضائِلاًvirtues
مَلَأتَ بِمَحياكَ البِلادَ فَضائِلاً
وَيَملَأُand fills مَثواكَyour resting place البِلادَthe lands مَناعِياtidings of death
وَيَملَأُ مَثواكَ البِلادَ مَناعِيا
With your life you filled the lands with virtues;
You filled the lands with your virtues in your life,
your resting place fills the lands with tidings of death.
And your resting place will fill the lands with blazing flames.
كَماas صَمَّdeafened عاليthe loftiness of ذِكرِكَyour renown الخَلقَcreation كُلَّهُall of it
كَما صَمَّ عالي ذِكرِكَ الخَلقَ كُلَّهُ
كَذاكَlikewise أَقَمتَyou roused العالَمينَthe worlds نَواعِياmourners
كَذاكَ أَقَمتَ العالَمينَ نَواعِيا
As your lofty renown deafened all creation,
Just as the lofty mention of you silenced all humanity,
so you set all the worlds to mourning.
So you established in both worlds a flamer.
رَثَيتُكَI elegized you كَيso that أَسلوكَI forget you فَاِزدَدتُbut I grew in لَوعَةًanguish
رَثَيتُكَ كَي أَسلوكَ فَاِزدَدتُ لَوعَةً
لِأَنَّbecause المَراثيelegies لاnot تَسُدُّmake good المَرازِياlosses
لِأَنَّ المَراثي لا تَسُدُّ المَرازِيا
I elegized you to forget you, but my anguish grew,
I have elegized you in order to console myself, yet I have increased in agony
for elegies cannot make good losses.
Because elegies do not close gashes.
وَأَعلَمُand I know أَنthat لَيسَis not البُكاءُweeping بِنافِعٍbeneficial
وَأَعلَمُ أَن لَيسَ البُكاءُ بِنافِعٍ
عَلَيكَover you وَلَكِنّيbut I أُمَنّيnourish الأَمانِياhopes
عَلَيكَ وَلَكِنّي أُمَنّي الأَمانِيا
And I know there is no benefit in weeping
And I know that weeping is of no benefit to you,
over you, yet I nourish hopes.
But still I entertain hopes and wishes.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.