عِيدُكَyour festival يَاO مَوْلايmy lord عِيدُfestival الجَمَـالْbeauty
عِيدُكَ يَا مَوْلاي عِيدُ الجَمَـالْ
عِيدُfestival الفَتَىthe young man الفَرْدِpeerless العَزِيـزِdifficult الْمَنَالْattainment
عِيدُ الفَتَى الفَرْدِ العَزِيـزِ الْمَنَالْ
Your festival, O my lord, is beauty's festival,
Your holiday, my Master, holiday of beauty
the festival of the peerless youth, so hard to attain.
Holiday of the unique, precious, attainable youth
لاmay ... never زِلْتَyou cease to be فِيin يُمْنٍgood fortune وَفِيand in رِفْعَـةٍeminence
لا زِلْتَ فِي يُمْنٍ وَفِي رِفْعَـةٍ
تَعْنُـوbows لَكَto you الدُّنْيَـاthe world وَفِيand in خَيْرِthe best حَالْcondition
تَعْنُـو لَكَ الدُّنْيَـا وَفِي خَيْرِ حَالْ
May you ever remain in good fortune and eminence,
You remain in prosperity and elevation
as the world bows before you, and you remain in the best of states.
The world wishes you well and in the best of states
لاmay ... never زِلْتَyou cease to be يَاO مَوْلايmy lord نَفْـحَfragrant breath الهوىlove
لا زِلْتَ يَا مَوْلاي نَفْـحَ الهوى
هَمْسَـاًa whisper حَنُونَـاًtender فِيon شِفَاهِlips الجَمَالْbeauty
هَمْسَـاً حَنُونَـاً فِي شِفَاهِ الجَمَالْ
May you ever remain, O my lord, love's fragrant breath,
You remain, my Master, the scent of passion
a tender whisper on the lips of beauty.
A tender whisper on the lips of beauty
لاmay ... never زِلْتَyou cease to be سِـرَّاًa secret فِيin ضَمِيرِinner heart الْمُنَىhopes
لا زِلْتَ سِـرَّاً فِي ضَمِيرِ الْمُنَى
وَحْيَـاًan inspiration أَمِينَـاًfaithful فِيamong بَنَـاتِdaughters الخَيَـالْimagination
وَحْيَـاً أَمِينَـاً فِي بَنَـاتِ الخَيَـالْ
May you ever remain a secret in the inner heart of hopes,
You remain, secretly, in the conscience of desire
a faithful inspiration among the daughters of imagination.
And openly, a faithful one in the daughters of imagination
لاmay ... never زِلْتَyou cease to be مِثْلَlike النُّورِlight .. مِثْلَlike النَّدَىdew
لا زِلْتَ مِثْلَ النُّورِ .. مِثْلَ النَّدَى
مِثْلَlike الشَّـذَىfragrance ، مِثْلَlike رَفِيقِcompanion الظِّلالْshadows
مِثْلَ الشَّـذَى ، مِثْلَ رَفِيقِ الظِّلالْ
May you ever remain like light, like dew,
You remain like light, like dew
like fragrance, like the companion of shadows,
Like fragrance, like the companion of shadows
مِثْلَlike الحَفِيفِrustling الْحُلْوِsweet ، مِثْلَlike الصِّبَاyouth
مِثْلَ الحَفِيفِ الْحُلْوِ ، مِثْلَ الصِّبَا
مِثْلَlike الرُّبَـىthe hills ، مِثْلَlike سُمُوقِloftiness الجِبَالْthe mountains
مِثْلَ الرُّبَـى ، مِثْلَ سُمُوقِ الجِبَالْ
like sweet rustling, like youth,
Like the sweet rustling, like the morning breeze
like the hills, like the loftiness of mountains,
Like the hillside rain, like the rising of mountains
مِثْلَlike ابْتِسَامِsmile الوَرْدِroses ، مِثْلَlike الرُّؤَىvisions
مِثْلَ ابْتِسَامِ الوَرْدِ ، مِثْلَ الرُّؤَى
مِثْلَlike الْمُنَـىhopes ، مِثْلَlike غُرُورِconceit الدَّلالْcoquetry
مِثْلَ الْمُنَـى ، مِثْلَ غُرُورِ الدَّلالْ
like the smile of roses, like visions,
Like the smile of roses, like visions
like hopes, like the conceit of coquetry.
Like desires, like the coquetry of the languid
لاmay ... never زِلْتَyou cease to be يَاO مَوْلايَmy lord لِيْof me ذَاكِـرَاًmindful
لا زِلْتَ يَا مَوْلايَ لِيْ ذَاكِـرَاً
رَغْمَdespite النَّـوَىseparation ، رَغْمَdespite اللَّيَالِيthe nights الطِّوَالْlong
رَغْمَ النَّـوَى ، رَغْمَ اللَّيَالِي الطِّوَالْ
May you ever remain, O my lord, mindful of me,
You remain, my Master, remembering me
despite separation, despite the long nights.
Despite intentions, despite the long nights
وَلَمْand ... have not أَزَلْI ceased to be مَـوْلايَmy lord تِلْـكَthat one الَّتِيwhom
وَلَمْ أَزَلْ مَـوْلايَ تِلْـكَ الَّتِي
عَرِفْتَyou knew ، لَـنْwill not أَنْسَىI forget عَلَىunder أَيِّany حَالْcircumstance
عَرِفْتَ ، لَـنْ أَنْسَى عَلَى أَيِّ حَالْ
And I am still, my lord, the one whom
And I have never ceased, my Master, being the one
you knew; I shall not forget, whatever the circumstances.
You knew, I shall not forget no matter the state
لَوْif مُثِّلَwere embodied الحُسْـنُbeauty عَلَىin صُـورَةٍa form
لَوْ مُثِّلَ الحُسْـنُ عَلَى صُـورَةٍ
لَكُنْتَهَـاthen you would be it ، يَاoh عِـزَّهُits preciousness مِنْas مِثَـالْan exemplar
لَكُنْتَهَـا ، يَا عِـزَّهُ مِنْ مِثَـالْ
If beauty were embodied in a form,
If beauty were personified
you would be that form—oh, what a precious exemplar!
You would be it, O glory of an ideal
أَنْـتَyou عَلَىattesting to قُدْرَتِـهِHis power آيَـةٌa sign
أَنْـتَ عَلَى قُدْرَتِـهِ آيَـةٌ
بُورِكْتَblessed are You بَارِيMaker الخَلْـقِcreation يَاO ذَاpossessor of الجَلالْmajesty
بُورِكْتَ بَارِي الخَلْـقِ يَا ذَا الجَلالْ
You are a sign of His power.
You are, by His power, a verse
Blessed are You, Maker of creation, O Lord of majesty!
Blessed are you, Creator of existence, O Majestic One
بِاسْمِكَin Your name كَمْhow often سَبَّحْتُI glorified يَاO خَالِقِيmy Creator
بِاسْمِكَ كَمْ سَبَّحْتُ يَا خَالِقِي
مَاwhenever خَفَـقَthrobbed القَلْـبُthe heart لِهَذَاfor this الجَمَالْbeauty
مَا خَفَـقَ القَلْـبُ لِهَذَا الجَمَالْ
In Your name, how often I have glorified You, O my Creator,
By Your name, how I praised, O my Creator
whenever the heart throbbed for this beauty.
As the heart fluttered for this beauty
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.