ماwhat رَقَّعَpatched together الواشونَthe talebearers فيَّagainst me وَلَفَّقواand they fabricated
ما رَقَّعَ الواشونَ فيَّ وَلَفَّقوا
قُلtell ليme فَإِماfor either حاسِدٌan envier أَوor مُشفِقُa sympathizer
قُل لي فَإِما حاسِدٌ أَو مُشفِقُ
What have the talebearers patched together and fabricated against me?
They have not mended what the slanderers tore in me, stitching and patching;
Tell me—for you are either envious or concerned.
Say to me - is it an envier or a compassionate friend?
فيin كُلِّevery يَومٍday ظَهرُthe back of داريmy house مَغرِبٌa setting-place
في كُلِّ يَومٍ ظَهرُ داري مَغرِبٌ
لِكَلامِهِمfor their talk وَجَبينُand the brow of دارِكَyour house مَشرِقُa rising-place
لِكَلامِهِم وَجَبينُ دارِكَ مَشرِقُ
Each day, the back of my house is the setting-place
Every day the sunset glow visits my house because of their talk,
of their talk, and the brow of your house its rising-place.
while the dawn brightens your home.
وَإِلىand until مَتىwhen عُوديmy wood عَلىupon أَيديهِمُtheir hands
وَإِلى مَتى عُودي عَلى أَيديهِمُ
مُلقىًcast down يُنَيَّبُis gnawed دائِباًceaselessly وَيُحَرَّقُand is burned
مُلقىً يُنَيَّبُ دائِباً وَيُحَرَّقُ
And how long shall my wood remain in their hands,
And for how long will I be thrown back onto their hands,
cast down, ceaselessly gnawed and burned?
Constantly slandered and burned?
كَمhow many يُسبَكُis smelted الذَهَبُthe gold المُصَفّىpurified مَرَّةًa time
كَم يُسبَكُ الذَهَبُ المُصَفّى مَرَّةً
قَدalready لاحَhas shone forth جَوهَرُهُits substance وَبانَand has become clear الرَونَقُthe luster
قَد لاحَ جَوهَرُهُ وَبانَ الرَونَقُ
How many times must purified gold be smelted,
How often is refined gold tested
when its substance already shines forth and its luster is clear?
Until its essence appears and its beauty shines through?
يَحلوtastes sweet لَهُمto them عِرضيmy honor فَيَستَرِطونَهُso they gulp it down
يَحلو لَهُم عِرضي فَيَستَرِطونَهُ
وَيَصِلُّand turns foul عِرضُهُمُtheir honor الذَليلُabject فَيُبصَقُso it is spat out
وَيَصِلُّ عِرضُهُمُ الذَليلُ فَيُبصَقُ
My honor tastes sweet to them, so they gulp it down;
They find my honor sweet and pollute it
and their abject honor turns foul and is spat out.
While their dishonorable honor is spat on.
نَفَضواthey shook off عُيوبَهُمُtheir faults عَلَيَّonto me وَإِنَّماyet merely
نَفَضوا عُيوبَهُمُ عَلَيَّ وَإِنَّما
وَجَدواthey found مَصَحّاًan intact spot فيin الأَديمِthe hide فَمَزَّقواso they tore
وَجَدوا مَصَحّاً في الأَديمِ فَمَزَّقوا
They shook their faults onto me, though they merely
They unloaded their faults onto me; they only
found a sound patch in the hide, then tore it apart.
Found a remedy in slandering me, so they tore me apart.
مَنwho ليfor me بِمَنwith one who إِنif بانَappears عَيبُthe flaw of خَليلِهِhis close friend
مَن لي بِمَن إِن بانَ عَيبُ خَليلِهِ
غَطّاهُconceals it عَنfrom شانيهِhis hater أَوor مَنone who يَصدُقُis truthful
غَطّاهُ عَن شانيهِ أَو مَن يَصدُقُ
Who can find me one who, if his friend's flaw appears,
Who can I find that will cover his friend’s fault if it appears
hides it from his hater—or one who is truthful?
Or believe me if I speak the truth?
وَإِذاand if الحَليمُthe prudent man رَمىcasts abroad بِسَرِّwith the secret of صَديقِهِhis friend
وَإِذا الحَليمُ رَمى بِسَرِّ صَديقِهِ
عَمداًdeliberately فَأَولىthen more deserving بِالوَدادِof affection الأَحمَقُthe fool
عَمداً فَأَولى بِالوَدادِ الأَحمَقُ
And if the prudent man flings his friend's secret abroad
When the forbearing casts his friend’s secret intentionally,
deliberately, then the fool is worthier of affection.
The fool is more deserving of affection.
مَنwhoever كانَwas يَغتابُbackbiting الرِجالَmen وَهَمَّand intended أَنto
مَن كانَ يَغتابُ الرِجالَ وَهَمَّ أَن
يَبلوtest الأَصادِقَthe friends فَالصَديقُthen the friend المُطرِقُthe head-bowed one
يَبلو الأَصادِقَ فَالصَديقُ المُطرِقُ
Whoever backbites men and means to
Whoever slanders people thinking he will test
test friends: the true friend is he who bows his head.
The sincere - the silent friend is wiser.
وَإِذاand when تَأَلَّقَتِglittered الثُغورُthe mouths لِسَبَّةٍfor an insult
وَإِذا تَأَلَّقَتِ الثُغورُ لِسَبَّةٍ
لَمnot يَدرِknew ثَغراًa mouth أَوor سَناًa gleam يَتَأَلَّقُglitters
لَم يَدرِ ثَغراً أَو سَناً يَتَأَلَّقُ
And when mouths glitter with an insult,
When the mouths shine mocking me,
he cannot tell whether a mouth or a gleam is flashing.
It knows not which is a mouth or a tooth that shines.
لاnot تَملِكُtakes possession of الفَحشاءُobscenity جانِبَa part of سَمعِهِhis hearing
لا تَملِكُ الفَحشاءُ جانِبَ سَمعِهِ
وَيَزِلُّand slips قَولُthe speech of الهُجرِabuse عَنهُoff him وَيَزلَقُand slides away
وَيَزِلُّ قَولُ الهُجرِ عَنهُ وَيَزلَقُ
Obscenity gains no hold upon his hearing,
Vulgarity cannot influence his hearing
and abusive speech slips off him and slides away.
And the words of blame slide off him and slip away.
جارَacted unjustly الزَمانُtime فَلاso no جَوادٌgenerous man يُرتَجىis hoped for
جارَ الزَمانُ فَلا جَوادٌ يُرتَجى
لِلنائِباتِin calamities وَلاand no صَديقٌfriend يَشفَقُshows compassion
لِلنائِباتِ وَلا صَديقٌ يَشفَقُ
Time has dealt unjustly: no generous man is to be hoped for
Time has changed so there is no generous horse to hope for
in calamities, nor a friend who shows compassion.
In calamities, and no sympathetic friend.
وَطَغىand tyrannized عَلَيَّover me فَكُلُّso every رَحبٍspacious place ضَيِّقٌis narrow
وَطَغى عَلَيَّ فَكُلُّ رَحبٍ ضَيِّقٌ
إِنif قُلتُI rest فيهِin it وَكُلُّand every حَبلٍrope يَخنُقُstrangles
إِن قُلتُ فيهِ وَكُلُّ حَبلٍ يَخنُقُ
And it has tyrannized over me, so every spacious place is narrow
Oppression has overwhelmed me, so every spacious place is narrow
if I rest within it, and every rope strangles.
If I speak in it, and every rope is suffocating.
أَمُرَشِّحيO you who prepare me لِلعَزمِfor resolve غَيرَnot مُرَشَّحٍprepared
أَمُرَشِّحي لِلعَزمِ غَيرَ مُرَشَّحٍ
وَاليَومُand the day مِنfrom لَيلِthe night of العَجاجَةِthe dust cloud أَبلَقُpiebald
وَاليَومُ مِن لَيلِ العَجاجَةِ أَبلَقُ
O you who urge me to resolve, unprepared as I am,
I have no will to ambition though ambitious
while day is piebald with the dust cloud's night:
And today is darker than the night of tribulation.
دَعنيleave me فَإِنَّfor indeed الدَهرَtime يَقصِفُshatters هِمَّتيmy resolve
دَعني فَإِنَّ الدَهرَ يَقصِفُ هِمَّتي
وَيَجُذُّand cuts away مِنfrom أَمَليmy hope الَّذيwhich أَتَعَلَّقُI cling to
وَيَجُذُّ مِن أَمَلي الَّذي أَتَعَلَّقُ
leave me, for time shatters my resolve
Leave me be, for fate wears out my resolve
and cuts away at my hope, to which I cling.
And pulls away the hopes I clung to.
المَوتُdeath يَركُضُgallops فيin نَواحيthe reaches of دَهرِناour age
المَوتُ يَركُضُ في نَواحي دَهرِنا
وَكَأَنَّand as though صَرفَthe turns of النائِباتِcalamities مُطَرِّقُa path-clearer
وَكَأَنَّ صَرفَ النائِباتِ مُطَرِّقُ
Death gallops through the reaches of our age,
Death runs through the regions of our time
as though the turns of calamity were clearing its way.
As if the blows of fate hunt it down.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.