مَحاجِرُeye sockets الظَبياتِthe gazelles الحاجِرِيّاتِof Hajir
مَحاجِرُ الظَبياتِ الحاجِرِيّاتِ
أَمضىsharper مِنَthan البيضِthe gleaming swords بيضِgleaming المَشرَفِيّاتِthe Mashrafi swords
أَمضى مِنَ البيضِ بيضِ المَشرَفِيّاتِ
The eyes of the gazelles of Hajir
The dazzling cheeks of the gazelles gleam
are sharper than bright blades—the gleaming Mashrafi swords.
Brighter than white egg shells at dawn's first beam
لاdo not تَأَخُذواhold accountable بِسقاميfor my sickness غَيرَother than صحَّتِهاtheir health
لا تَأَخُذوا بِسقامي غَيرَ صحَّتِها
فَآفَةُfor the affliction of القَلبِthe heart مِنfrom تِلكَthose الصَحيحاتِthe healthy ones
فَآفَةُ القَلبِ مِن تِلكَ الصَحيحاتِ
Do not blame my sickness on anything but their health;
Heed not my sickness other than its source
for the heart's affliction comes from those healthy eyes.
The malady of my heart comes from that pure source
أَماindeed وَحَرِّصَباباتٍand by the heat of yearnings تَوَقَّدُblaze فيin
أَما وَحَرِّصَباباتٍ تَوَقَّدُ في
قَلبيmy heart لِبَردِfor the coolness of الثَناياthe front teeth ياO اللُؤلُؤِيّاتِthe pearl-like ones
قَلبي لِبَردِ الثَنايا يا اللُؤلُؤِيّاتِ
Indeed, by the heat of longings that blaze in
Lo the coals that kindle flames in my heart
my heart for the coolness of your teeth, O pearly ones,
To warm its folds, O luminous pearls thou art
ماnot أَلَّفَتhas joined بَينَbetween طَرفيmy eye وَالسُهادِand sleeplessness سِوىexcept
ما أَلَّفَت بَينَ طَرفي وَالسُهادِ سِوى
تِلكَthose المَهاthe oryx النافِراتِthe skittish ones الجُؤذرِيّاتِlike wild calves
تِلكَ المَها النافِراتِ الجُؤذرِيّاتِ
nothing has joined my eyes to sleeplessness except
Naught but those bending branches brought to me
those skittish, calf-like oryx.
Slumber 'tween my eyes and pillow, canst thou see
ياO لائِمَreproacher of الصَبِّthe lovesick lover باليmy mind مِنfrom هَوىlove وَآسىand grief
يا لائِمَ الصَبِّ بالي مِن هَوى وَآسى
مُبَلبَلُbewildered بالعُيونِby the eyes البابِلِيّاتِBabylonian
مُبَلبَلُ بالعُيونِ البابِلِيّاتِ
O you who reproach the lover, my mind, through love and grief,
Chider of my passion and longing in vain
is bewildered by Babylonian eyes.
Bewildered am I by your eyes that detain
إِنif كُنتَyou were تَسأَلُasking يَوماًone day عَنabout دَميmy blood خَبَراًnews
إِن كُنتَ تَسأَلُ يَوماً عَن دَمي خَبَراً
عَرِّجturn aside بِتِلكَto those الخُدودِthe cheeks العَندَمِيّاتِcrimson-colored
عَرِّج بِتِلكَ الخُدودِ العَندَمِيّاتِ
If you ever seek news of my blood,
If you ask one day for news of my blood
turn aside to those crimson cheeks.
Incline towards those rosy cheeks, understands who would
وَبارِقٍand a lightning flash لاحَgleamed نَحوَtoward الجِذعِal-Jidhʿ هَيَّجَstirred ليfor me
وَبارِقٍ لاحَ نَحوَ الجِذعِ هَيَّجَ لي
بِالرَقمَتَينِat al-Raqmatayn صَباباتٍlongings قَديماتِold
بِالرَقمَتَينِ صَباباتٍ قَديماتِ
And a lightning flash that gleamed toward al-Jidhʿ stirred in me
Lightning flashed towards the tree trunk and awoke in me
at al-Raqmatayn longings of old.
With anklets two, memories of days that used to be
ياO بَرقُlightning أَنتَyou قَريبُrecent العَهدِcontact مِنfrom سَلَمٍSalam
يا بَرقُ أَنتَ قَريبُ العَهدِ مِن سَلَمٍ
قِفstay بُثَّtell ليto me خَبَراًnews حُيّيتَmay you be greeted مِنas a آتِvisitor
قِف بُثَّ لي خَبَراً حُيّيتَ مِن آتِ
O lightning, you have lately come from Salam;
O lightning you were born not far from Salma's abode
stay, tell me news—welcome, visitor!
Stop, and give me news - whence have you showed?
سَقىmay water الحِمىthe preserve وَدُهوراًand ages بِالحِمىin the preserve سَلَفَتpassed
سَقى الحِمى وَدُهوراً بِالحِمى سَلَفَت
سُحبُclouds الغَمامِthe cloud cover سَكوباتٍpouring abundantly مَطيراتِbringing rain
سُحبُ الغَمامِ سَكوباتٍ مَطيراتِ
May the preserve, and the ages that passed in the preserve, be watered
The tribe quenched thirst for years from that spring eye
by banks of clouds, pouring freely and bringing rain—
Clouds poured down heavy rain from high sky
مَلاعِباًplaygrounds كانَused to فيهاin them الدَهرُTime يَجمَعُناbring us together
مَلاعِباً كانَ فيها الدَهرُ يَجمَعُنا
وَمَوسِماًand a season فاتَpassed فيin أَهنىthe sweetest اللَذاذاتِpleasures
وَمَوسِماً فاتَ في أَهنى اللَذاذاتِ
playgrounds where Time used to bring us together,
Sporting places where fate once brought us together
and a season gone by amid the sweetest pleasures.
Seasons passed in the most blissful weather
مَنwho ليfor me بِذاكَwith that الزَمانُtime الحاجِرِيُّof Hajir وَواand oh!
مَن لي بِذاكَ الزَمانُ الحاجِرِيُّ وَوا
لَهفيmy sorrow لِتِلكَfor those اللَياليthe nights الحاجِرِيّاتِof Hajir
لَهفي لِتِلكَ اللَيالي الحاجِرِيّاتِ
Who can bring me back that time at Hajir? And oh,
Who will bring back that dear, dazzling time?
my sorrow for those nights at Hajir!
I yearn for those glittering, perfect climes
ياO ذَلِكَthat العَيشlife عُدreturn يَوماًone day بِحَقِّكَby your own worth ليto me
يا ذَلِكَ العَيش عُد يَوماً بِحَقِّكَ لي
فَرَجعَةُfor the return of الفَوتِwhat is lost مِنamong بَعضِsome of المرواتِnoble deeds
فَرَجعَةُ الفَوتِ مِن بَعضِ المرواتِ
O life of those days, return to me one day, by your own worth;
O precious life, return for one day more
for restoring what is lost is among the deeds of nobility.
Lost pleasures sometimes return from fate's store
وَياand O زَمانَtime of عَشِياتِevenings of الحِمىthe preserve قَسَماًby an oath
وَيا زَمانَ عَشِياتِ الحِمى قَسَماً
إلّاdo (in an adjuration) أَعَدتyou restore لَناto us تِلكَthose العَشِيّاتِthe evenings
إلّا أَعَدت لَنا تِلكَ العَشِيّاتِ
And O time of the preserve's evenings, I adjure you:
O evenings of the valley, I swear by my life
do bring back those evenings to us!
You will repeat those evenings of joy without strife
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.