وَقائِلَةٍand many a woman speaking ليto me لَمdid not تُصِبنيstrike me سِهامُهاher arrows
وَقائِلَةٍ لي لَم تُصِبني سِهامُها
رَمَتنيstruck me عَلىupon سَوداءِthe black core of قَلبيmy heart نِبالُهاher shafts
رَمَتني عَلى سَوداءِ قَلبي نِبالُها
And many a woman who spoke to me—her arrows had not struck me—
She said my arrows did not wound her,
Her shafts struck me in the black core of my heart.
Yet upon my dark heart her darts were hurled.
وَإِنّيand indeed I لَرامٍsurely shooting رَميَةًa shot قِبَلَtoward الَّتيthe woman whom
وَإِنّي لَرامٍ رَميَةً قِبَلَ الَّتي
لَعَلَّperhaps وَإِنeven if شَقَّتshe proves difficult عَلَيَّfor me أَنالُهاI attain her
لَعَلَّ وَإِن شَقَّت عَلَيَّ أَنالُها
And I shall surely loose a shot toward the woman
Though toward her who hurt me I am still inclined,
Whom perhaps I shall win, even if she is hard for me to reach.
Hoping though she pained me I'll win her.
أَلاah لَيتَwould that حَظّيmy share مِنfrom عُلَيَّةَʿUlayya أَنَّنيthat I
أَلا لَيتَ حَظّي مِن عُلَيَّةَ أَنَّني
إِذاwhen نِمتُI sleep لاnot يَسريtravels by night إِلَيَّto me خَيالُهاher phantom
إِذا نِمتُ لا يَسري إِلَيَّ خَيالُها
Ah, would that my share from ʿUlayya were this:
Would that from dreams of her I were divined -
When I sleep, her phantom would not steal toward me.
That when I sleep her image to me unfurled
وَلاand not يُلبِثُprolongs اللَيلَthe night المُوَكَّلَappointed دونَهاbarring access to her
وَلا يُلبِثُ اللَيلَ المُوَكَّلَ دونَها
عَلَيهِupon it بِتَكرارِwith the recurrence of اللَياليthe nights زَوالُهاher departure
عَلَيهِ بِتَكرارِ اللَيالي زَوالُها
Nor would the night stationed to bar access to her be prolonged
Be not by night's rotation through days done,
By her departure, as the nights recur.
Lest time should her beauty from me have furled.
حَلَفتُI swore بِأَيديby the forelegs of الراقِصاتِthe dancing camels إِلىtoward مِنىًMina
حَلَفتُ بِأَيدي الراقِصاتِ إِلى مِنىً
تُجَرَّرُare dragged along فيat الأَرساغِthe pasterns مِنهاof them نِعالُهاtheir sandals
تُجَرَّرُ في الأَرساغِ مِنها نِعالُها
I swore by the forelegs of the camels dancing toward Mina,
By dancing girls' hands I vow till I've attained
Their sandals dragging along at their pasterns.
My goal, though barefoot, trailing skirts, they spurned.
لَتَطَّلِعَنshall surely reach مِنّيfrom me بِلالاًBilal قَصيدَةٌa poem
لَتَطَّلِعَن مِنّي بِلالاً قَصيدَةٌ
طَويلٌlong-lasting بِأَفواهِon the lips of الرُواةِthe reciters ارتِجالُهاits impromptu recitation
طَويلٌ بِأَفواهِ الرُواةِ ارتِجالُها
A poem from me shall surely reach Bilal,
Through poets shall odes from me long obtained
Its impromptu recitation lasting long on the lips of reciters.
Stream forth, though their rhymes were just hastily learned.
فَإِنَّfor indeed بِلالَBilal الجودِgenerosity لَستَyou are not بِواجِدٍfinding
فَإِنَّ بِلالَ الجودِ لَستَ بِواجِدٍ
لَهُof his عُدَةٌarmament إِلّاexcept شَديداًtight دِخالُهاits interweaving
لَهُ عُدَةٌ إِلّا شَديداً دِخالُها
For Bilal the generous—you will not find
For open-handed Bilal you'll find no peer,
Any armor of his without firmly interwoven links.
In hospitality and bounty he's unspurned.
وَكائِنand how many مِنَof الأَيديthe hands الظَوالِمِthe oppressive أَصبَحَتhave become
وَكائِن مِنَ الأَيدي الظَوالِمِ أَصبَحَت
بِكَفَّيby the two hands of بِلالِBilal الجودِgenerosity كانَwas نَكالِهاtheir chastisement
بِكَفَّي بِلالِ الجودِ كانَ نَكالِها
And how many oppressive hands have come to meet
From tyrants' hands he saves men, slaves, things dear.
Their chastisement at the two hands of Bilal the generous!
With Bilal's hands placed over them, they're returned.
وَكانَand was بِلالٌBilal حينَwhen يَستَلَّhe unsheathes سَيفَهُhis sword
وَكانَ بِلالٌ حينَ يَستَلَّ سَيفَهُ
لَمَلحَمَةٍfor a pitched battle بِالمُعلَمينَwith marked warriors يَنالُهاhe attains it
لَمَلحَمَةٍ بِالمُعلَمينَ يَنالُها
And Bilal, when he unsheathed his sword
When unsheathed, Bilal's sword such great havoc wreaked
For battle, would win it with marked warriors.
The enemy their garb with shameful stains had burned.
سُيوفٌswords إِذاwhen الأَغمادُthe sheaths عَنهُنَّoff them أُلقِيَتwere cast
سُيوفٌ إِذا الأَغمادُ عَنهُنَّ أُلقِيَت
وَكانَand was بِهاماتِon the crowns of الرِجالِmen صِقالُهاtheir polishing
وَكانَ بِهاماتِ الرِجالِ صِقالُها
Swords, when their sheaths were cast off,
Their polished blades, from sheaths cast free, then reeked
Were polished on the crowns of men's heads.
With foemen's blood as blows were struck unconcerned.
هُوَhe الطاعِنُthe spear-thruster النَجلاءَthe gaping wound تَهدِرُroars فَرغُهاits mouth
هُوَ الطاعِنُ النَجلاءَ تَهدِرُ فَرغُها
مِنَwith العَلَقِthick blood المُرويdrenching السِنانِthe spearhead اِنبِلالُهاits wetness
مِنَ العَلَقِ المُروي السِنانِ اِنبِلالُها
He inflicts the gaping wound whose mouth roars
Bilal on steed unleashed makes blood from them squirt,
With thick blood, its moisture drenching the spearhead.
His spear thirsty, their necks by its blade churned.
أَرىI see مُضَرَMudar المِصرَينِthe two cities أَشرَقَshone brightly نورُهاits light
أَرى مُضَرَ المِصرَينِ أَشرَقَ نورُها
إِذاwhen قامَstood فيهاin its midst حينَwhen يَغدوgoes forth in the morning بِلالُهاits Bilal
إِذا قامَ فيها حينَ يَغدو بِلالُها
I see the light of Mudar of the two cities shine bright,
The Misrs shine when dawn wakes Bilal in their midst,
When its Bilal stands in its midst, going forth in the morning.
Lightened by his presence, shadows all dispersed.
هُوَhe الفارِجُthe dispeller of اللَبسَconfusion الشَديدَsevere اِلتِباسُهُits entanglement
هُوَ الفارِجُ اللَبسَ الشَديدَ اِلتِباسُهُ
إِذاwhen عَيَّwere at a loss عَنover فَصلِdeciding القَضاءِthe judgment رِجالُهاits men
إِذا عَيَّ عَن فَصلِ القَضاءِ رِجالُها
He is the one who dispels deeply tangled confusion,
By Bilal hard juristic problems are solved,
When its men are at a loss to decide a case.
When from just judgment scholars have turned.
نَماهُraised him أَبوAbu (father of) موسىMusa إِلىto حَيثُwhere تَنتَهيreach their limit
نَماهُ أَبو موسى إِلى حَيثُ تَنتَهي
مِنَfrom الأَرضِthe earth مِنfrom دونِbelow السَماءِthe sky جِبالُهاits mountains
مِنَ الأَرضِ مِن دونِ السَماءِ جِبالُها
Abu Musa raised him to where
Raised by Abu Musa, lofty as mountains towered,
The mountains of the earth reach, beneath the sky.
Nothing above Bilal's heights - sky or earth - were yearned.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.