أَحبابَناour beloved ones الدُنياthe world عَلَيَّfor me بِأَسرِهاin its entirety
أَحبابَنا الدُنيا عَلَيَّ بِأَسرِها
مِنsince ساعَةِthe hour of الهِجرانِseparation رَبعٌan abode موحِشُdesolate
مِن ساعَةِ الهِجرانِ رَبعٌ موحِشُ
O our beloved, the whole world, for me,
Our friends, the world in all its gloom
Has been a desolate abode since the hour of separation.
Since we parted has been a dreary void
عَوَّدتُمُyou have accustomed سَمعيmy hearing بِطيبِto the sweetness of حَديثِكُمyour speech
عَوَّدتُمُ سَمعي بِطيبِ حَديثِكُم
بِحَياتِكُمby your lives لاdo not تَمنَعوهُyou deprive it فَيَطرُشُso it grows deaf
بِحَياتِكُم لا تَمنَعوهُ فَيَطرُشُ
You have accustomed my hearing to the sweetness of your speech.
My ears you used to gladden with your talk
By your lives, do not deprive it, lest it grow deaf.
Do not deny me now what I enjoyed
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.