الصِّباyouth والجمالُand beauty مِلكُthe possession of يَديكyour two hands ِ
الصِّبا والجمالُ مِلكُ يَديك ِ
أيُّwhat تاجٍcrown أعزُّmore precious منthan تاجَيكِyour two crowns!
أيُّ تاجٍ أعزُّ من تاجَيكِ!
Youth and beauty lie in your hands.
Youth and beauty are in your hands
What crown is more precious than your two crowns!
What crown is dearer than your crown?
نصبَerected الحُبlove عرشَهhis throne فسألناso we asked
نصبَ الحُب عرشَه فسألنا
منwho تُراهاdo you suppose she is لهfor it فدلَّso he pointed عليكِto you
من تُراها له فدلَّ عليكِ
Love erected his throne, and we asked:
Love has erected its throne, so we asked
Who might it be for? He pointed to you.
Who is she, for it pointed at you
فاسكُبيso pour روحَكِyour soul الحنونَtender عليهupon him
فاسكُبي روحَكِ الحنونَ عليه
كانسِكابlike the pouring of السماءthe sky فيinto عينيكِyour two eyes
كانسِكاب السماء في عينيكِ
So pour your tender soul upon him,
So pour out your affectionate soul upon it
As the sky pours into your eyes.
Like the pouring of the sky into your eyes
كلّماwhenever نافسَvied الصِّباyouth بجمالٍwith beauty
كلّما نافسَ الصِّبا بجمالٍ
عبقريِّwondrous السَّناradiance نَماهُascribed it إليكِto you
عبقريِّ السَّنا نَماهُ إليكِ
Whenever youth vies in beauty
Whenever youth competes in beauty
Of wondrous radiance, it ascribes that beauty to you.
The genius of splendor nurtures it to you
ماnot تغنّىsang الهزارُthe nightingale إلاexcept ليُلقيso as to cast
ما تغنّى الهزارُ إلا ليُلقي
زفراتِsighs الغرامِpassion فيinto أذنيكِyour two ears
زفراتِ الغرامِ في أذنيكِ
The nightingale sings only to cast
The jesters do not sing except to cast
The sighs of passion into your ears.
The sighs of passion into your ears
سَكِرَgrew drunk الروضُthe garden سكرةًa bout of drunkenness صرعتهُfelled it
سَكِرَ الروضُ سكرةً صرعتهُ
عندat مجرىthe flow of العبيرِfragrance منfrom نهديكِyour two breasts
عند مجرى العبيرِ من نهديكِ
The garden grew drunk, its drunkenness laying it low,
The garden swooned drunkenly
Where fragrance flowed from your breasts.
By the stream of fragrance from your breasts
قتلَkilled الوردُthe rose نفسَهitself حسداًout of envy منكِof you
قتلَ الوردُ نفسَه حسداً منكِ
وألقىand cast دماهits blood فيinto وجنتيكِyour two cheeks
وألقى دماه في وجنتيكِ
The rose killed itself out of envy of you,
The rose killed itself out of envy of you
And cast its blood into your cheeks.
And threw its blood on your cheeks
والفراشاتُand the butterflies ملَّتِgrew weary of الزهرَthe flowers لمّاwhen
والفراشاتُ ملَّتِ الزهرَ لمّا
حدّثتهاtold them الأنسامُthe breezes عنabout شفتيكِyour two lips
حدّثتها الأنسامُ عن شفتيكِ
And the butterflies grew weary of flowers when
And the butterflies, when
The breezes told them of your lips.
The breezes told them about your lips
ماwhat هوit العطرُperfume والحريرُand silk؟ ولكنand yet
ما هو العطرُ والحريرُ؟ ولكن
شَرَفُthe honor of الشيءِa thing أنto يكونَbe لديكِwith you
شَرَفُ الشيءِ أن يكونَ لديكِ
What are perfume and silk? And yet,
What are perfume and silk? Except
A thing's honor lies in being with you.
The honor of a thing is to be yours
رفعواthey held up منكِfrom you للجمالِfor beauty مثالاًan ideal
رفعوا منكِ للجمالِ مثالاً
وانحنواand they bowed خُّشعاًhumbly علىat قدميكِyour two feet
وانحنوا خُّشعاً على قدميكِ
They held you up as an ideal of beauty,
They raised you as an example of beauty
And bowed humbly at your feet.
And bowed submissively at your feet
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.