نَكفيwe handle الأَعِنَّةَthe reins يَومَon the day الحَربُwar مُشعَلَةٌablaze
نَكفي الأَعِنَّةَ يَومَ الحَربُ مُشعَلَةٌ
وَاِبنُand the son of المَراغَةُal-Maragha خَلفَbehind العيرِthe donkey مَضروبُbeaten
وَاِبنُ المَراغَةُ خَلفَ العيرِ مَضروبُ
We handle the reins on the day when war is ablaze.
On the day of battle, our light swords suffice,
And Ibn al-Maragha is beaten behind the donkey.
And the son of Maragha lies struck behind the caravan.
مِنّاfrom us الفُروعُthe branches اللَواتيwhich لاnot يُوازِنُهاmatches them
مِنّا الفُروعُ اللَواتي لا يُوازِنُها
فَخرٌglory وَحَظُّكَand your share فيin تِلكَthose العَراقيبُthe hocks
فَخرٌ وَحَظُّكَ في تِلكَ العَراقيبُ
Ours are the branches that cannot be matched
Among us are branches that none can equal -
by any glory; your share lies among those hocks.
Glory and your fate amid those hardships!
ياO اِبنَson of المَراغَةِal-Maragha إِنَّindeed اللَهَGod أَنزَلَنيplaced me
يا اِبنَ المَراغَةِ إِنَّ اللَهَ أَنزَلَني
حَيثُwhere اِلتَقَتmet فيin الذُرىthe heights البيضُthe white ones المَناجيبُthe noble-born
حَيثُ اِلتَقَت في الذُرى البيضُ المَناجيبُ
O Ibn al-Maragha, God has indeed placed me
O son of Maragha! God has sent me
where the fair, noble-born met upon the heights.
Where amid the dust met the whites of unsheathed swords.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.