ياOh لَيتَif only ليfor me قَلباًa heart بِقَلبٍin return for a heart يُثيبrepays
يا لَيتَ لي قَلباً بِقَلبٍ يُثيب
أَوor لَيتَif only ليfor me حُبّاًa love بِحُبّيin return for my love يُنيبreturns
أَو لَيتَ لي حُبّاً بِحُبّي يُنيب
Oh, if only I had a heart that would answer mine,
Oh, if only my heart would reciprocate,
or a love that would return my love.
Or if only my love would make him return.
مَلِلتُI have tired of قَلبيmy heart لاnot يُمَلُّis wearied of الهَوىlove
مَلِلتُ قَلبي لا يُمَلُّ الهَوى
ياOh طولَhow long إِغراميmy infatuation بِمَنwith one who لاnot يُجيبanswers
يا طولَ إِغرامي بِمَن لا يُجيب
I am weary of my heart; love never grows tiresome.
My heart is weary, but passion does not tire.
Oh, how long my passion for one who does not answer!
Oh, my deep infatuation with one who does not respond!
قَلبيmy heart وَهَمّيand my worry أَذهَباhave both taken away راحَتيmy rest
قَلبي وَهَمّي أَذهَبا راحَتي
فَالنَفسُso the soul حَرّىparched وَلِعَينيand my eye has غُروبstreams of tears
فَالنَفسُ حَرّى وَلِعَيني غُروب
My heart and my worry have taken away my rest;
My heart and my imagination have taken away my peace.
so my soul is parched, and my eye pours tears.
My soul burns, and my eyes set.
لَمdid not تَرَyou see مِثليmy like بَينَbetween مِثلَيهِماtwo like them
لَم تَرَ مِثلي بَينَ مِثلَيهِما
هَذاthis one بِهِin it داءٌan illness وَهَذاand this one كَذوبa habitual liar
هَذا بِهِ داءٌ وَهَذا كَذوب
You have never seen my like between two such as these:
None have seen the like of me among the likes of them both.
this one has an illness, and this one is a liar.
This one makes me sick, and that one tells lies.
قَدindeed كَلَّفانيthey both burdened me with عَمَلاًwork خائِباًfruitless
قَد كَلَّفاني عَمَلاً خائِباً
وَعامِلُand one who works for اللَهِGod الَّذيthe one who لاnot يَخيبfails
وَعامِلُ اللَهِ الَّذي لا يَخيب
They have burdened me with fruitless toil,
They have burdened me with failed work,
but the one who works for God never fails.
Yet the Worker of God is He who does not fail.
لِلَّهِto God دَرّيmy worth (in self-praise) لَيسَthere is not ليfor me مَنزَعٌa way of escape
لِلَّهِ دَرّي لَيسَ لي مَنزَعٌ
عَنfrom حُبِّlove of سَلمىSalma وَهَواهاand passion for her مُريبdisquieting
عَن حُبِّ سَلمى وَهَواها مُريب
God bless me! I have no escape
Woe to me! I have no escape
from love of Salma, though passion for her is disquieting.
From love of Salma and her misleading passion.
لَقَدindeed أَرىI see سَلمىSalma لَناof ours جارَةًa neighbor
لَقَد أَرى سَلمى لَنا جارَةً
ياO اِبنَson of سُهَيلٍSuhayl بَينَbetween حابٍHab وَلوبand Lub
يا اِبنَ سُهَيلٍ بَينَ حابٍ وَلوب
Indeed, I see Salma, a neighbor of ours,
I see that Salma has become a neighbor to us—
O Ibn Suhayl, between Hab and Lub:
O son of Suhayl, between yearning and affection!
كَالبَدرِlike the full moon فيto العَينِthe eye إِذَwhen عُطِّلَتshe was unadorned
كَالبَدرِ في العَينِ إِذَ عُطِّلَت
وَفيand in المُحَلّىfinery كَالمُحَلِّlike the adorned one القَشيبfresh and bright
وَفي المُحَلّى كَالمُحَلِّ القَشيب
like the full moon to the eye when unadorned,
Like the full moon in the eye when unveiled,
and in finery, like one freshly adorned.
And in adornment like the adorned litter.
أَراجِعٌbringing back? أَنتَyou لَناfor us مَجلِساًa gathering
أَراجِعٌ أَنتَ لَنا مَجلِساً
بَينَamid مُدامٍwine وَسَماعِand music مُنيبstirring
بَينَ مُدامٍ وَسَماعِ مُنيب
Will you bring back for us a gathering
Will you return to us, in a session
amid wine and stirring music?
Among wine and the plucking of strings?
ياOh حَبَّذاhow lovely ذاكَthat عَلىdespite نَأيِهِits remoteness
يا حَبَّذا ذاكَ عَلى نَأيِهِ
وَحَبَّذاand how lovely لَيلَتُناour night بِالكَثيبby the sand dune
وَحَبَّذا لَيلَتُنا بِالكَثيب
Oh, how lovely that was, despite its remoteness,
Blessed was that in its remoteness,
and how lovely our night by the sand dune!
And blessed was our night at the sand-hill.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.