وَمُعتَلِّand making excuses المَواعِدِthe promises ذيpossessed of مِكاسِhaggling
وَمُعتَلِّ المَواعِدِ ذي مِكاسِ
مَليٍّfull بِالتَأَبّيof refusal وَالشِماسِand defiance
مَليٍّ بِالتَأَبّي وَالشِماسِ
And one evasive in his promises, given to haggling,
The suitor of trysts with revelry and jest
Full of refusal and defiance,
Full of whimsy and bravado does attest
يُناديcalls out to فيin الهَوىlove قَلباًa heart جَباناًtimid
يُنادي في الهَوى قَلباً جَباناً
تَرَجَّحَwavered بَينَbetween أَطماعٍhopes وَياسِand despair
تَرَجَّحَ بَينَ أَطماعٍ وَياسِ
Calls out in love to a timid heart
To a cowardly heart lost in love's sweet throes
That wavered between hopes and despair.
Torn between hope and despair which way it goes
لَناfor us فيin وَجهِهِhis face بُستانُa garden حُسنٍof beauty
لَنا في وَجهِهِ بُستانُ حُسنٍ
مُباحٍpermitted لِلعُيونِto the eyes بَلاwithout مِساسِtouching
مُباحٍ لِلعُيونِ بَلا مِساسِ
In his face we have a garden of beauty,
His face, a garden of beauty we're allowed
Open to the eyes, but not to touch.
To let our eyes wander without being cowed
سَقانيhe gave me to drink الراحَwine مِنfrom يَدِهِhis hand هَجيراًin the midday heat
سَقاني الراحَ مِن يَدِهِ هَجيراً
وَفيand in أَجفانِهِhis eyelids مَرُّthe passing النِعاسِof drowsiness
وَفي أَجفانِهِ مَرُّ النِعاسِ
He gave me wine from his hand in the midday heat,
He poured me from his hand a draught so pure
And drowsiness drifted across his eyelids.
As his lids weighed down with sleep insecure
وَيُسراهُand his left hand مُقَرطَقَةٌclad in a tunic بِكوزٍwith a jug
وَيُسراهُ مُقَرطَقَةٌ بِكوزٍ
وَيُمناهُand his right hand مُتَوَّجَةٌcrowned بِكاسِwith a cup
وَيُمناهُ مُتَوَّجَةٌ بِكاسِ
And his left hand was clad in a jug,
To his right, a maiden with a pitcher leans
And his right hand was crowned with a cup.
To his left, another offers wine it seems
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.