ياO دارُdwelling أَينَwhere ظِباؤُكِyour gazelles اللُعسُdark-lipped
يا دارُ أَينَ ظِباؤُكِ اللُعسُ
قَدonce كانَthere was ليfor me فيamong إِنسِهاits people أُنسُcompanionship
قَد كانَ لي في إِنسِها أُنسُ
O dwelling, where are your dark-lipped gazelles?
O house, where are your friendly owls
Once I found companionship among its people.
Whose company I found so sweet
أَينَwhere البُدورُthe full moons عَلىupon غُصونِbranches نَقاa sand dune
أَينَ البُدورُ عَلى غُصونِ نَقا
مِنfrom تَحتِهِنَّbeneath them خَلاخِلٌanklets خُرسُsilent
مِن تَحتِهِنَّ خَلاخِلٌ خُرسُ
Where are the full moons upon the branches of a sand dune,
Where are the buds on the branches of the nabk tree
With silent anklets beneath them?
Underneath them turtle-doves softly cooing
وَمُراسِلٌand a correspondent فيهِمamong them يُجيبُanswers وَقَدwhile already
وَمُراسِلٌ فيهِم يُجيبُ وَقَد
حَنَّتyearned إِلىfor ميعادِهِhis rendezvous النَفسُthe soul
حَنَّت إِلى ميعادِهِ النَفسُ
And among them a correspondent who answers, while
And the carrier pigeons answering them
My soul has yearned for his rendezvous.
As their hearts yearn for their promised meeting
وَكَأَنَّماand as though يَسخوgives generously بِضَمَّتِهِwith his embrace
وَكَأَنَّما يَسخو بِضَمَّتِهِ
غُصنٌa branch تَوَقَّدُblazes فَوقَهُabove it الشَمسُthe sun
غُصنٌ تَوَقَّدُ فَوقَهُ الشَمسُ
And it is as though his embrace were freely bestowed by
Like a bough kindled by the sun
A branch above which the sun blazes.
Glowing at its touch
قَدindeed سَرَّنيgladdened me بِالفوطَتَينِon the two loincloths دَمٌblood
قَد سَرَّني بِالفوطَتَينِ دَمٌ
بِاللَهِby God أَحلِفُI swear أَنَّهُthat it is رِجسُfilth
بِاللَهِ أَحلِفُ أَنَّهُ رِجسُ
Blood on the two loincloths has gladdened me;
The blood of the two civets brought me joy
By God, I swear that it is filth.
By God I swear it is an abomination
ياO عامِرَfrequenter of الخَلَواتِsecluded places كَيفَhow تَرىyou think
يا عامِرَ الخَلَواتِ كَيفَ تَرى
لَوif يَستَطيعُit could يَمُجُّكَit spits you out الرِمسُthe grave
لَو يَستَطيعُ يَمُجُّكَ الرِمسُ
O frequenter of secluded places, what do you think?
O dweller of ruins, how do you see
The grave would spit you out if it could.
If paralysis could seize and shake you
لِلَّهِto God belongs دَرُّexcellence (literally, milk) فَتىa young man يُعَمِّرُهُfills it
لِلَّهِ دَرُّ فَتى يُعَمِّرُهُ
لاmay not مَسَّهُafflict him شَلَلٌparalysis وَلاnor نَفسُthe evil eye
لا مَسَّهُ شَلَلٌ وَلا نَفسُ
God bless the youth who fills it;
Praiseworthy is the youth who restores them
May neither paralysis nor the evil eye afflict him.
Untouched by inertia or lassitude
ماnot إِنat all (emphatic) بِمَصرَin Egypt لِأَهلِهاfor its people نَشَبٌproperty
ما إِن بِمَصرَ لِأَهلِها نَشَبٌ
إِلّاexcept وَفيهِand in it عَلَيهُمُupon them لَبسُconfusion
إِلّا وَفيهِ عَلَيهُمُ لَبسُ
There is no property in Egypt belonging to its people
In Egypt there is no trouble for its people
Without confusion for them over it.
Without clashing and confusion added to it
فيin كُلِّevery يَومٍday ذَرُّrising شارِقَةٍa rising sun
في كُلِّ يَومٍ ذَرُّ شارِقَةٍ
فيin غَرسِthe plantings of بَعضِهِمُsome of them لَهُfor him غَرسُa planting
في غَرسِ بَعضِهِمُ لَهُ غَرسُ
Each day, at sunrise,
Each day the glitter of drawn swords
He has a planting among the plantings of some of them.
In the orchards of some of them has its thrusts
فَشِعارُهُمso their watchword بِاللَيلِat night بَينَهُمُamong them
فَشِعارُهُم بِاللَيلِ بَينَهُمُ
دَبٌّcreeping دَبيبَthe creeping of النَملِthe ants إِذwhen يَعسوit scurries about
دَبٌّ دَبيبَ النَملِ إِذ يَعسو
So their watchword among themselves at night is:
Their night signal amongst themselves
Creeping like ants as they scurry about.
Is the creeping of ants when they rest
ماnot إِنat all (emphatic) يُفارِقُhe parts with عودَهُhis rod أَبَداًever
ما إِن يُفارِقُ عودَهُ أَبَداً
فَرَحاًjoyfully كَأَعوَرَlike a one-eyed man ضَمَّهُconfined him حَبسُa prison
فَرَحاً كَأَعوَرَ ضَمَّهُ حَبسُ
He never parts with his rod,
Never leaving his abode
Joyful as a one-eyed man confined in prison.
Is a one-eyed prisoner enchained by sorrows
ياO أَهلَpeople of مَصرَEgypt قُرونَكُمyour horns سَقَطَتhave fallen
يا أَهلَ مَصرَ قُرونَكُم سَقَطَت
مِنfrom بَعدِهِafter him فَرُؤوسُكُمso your heads مُلسُsmooth
مِن بَعدِهِ فَرُؤوسُكُم مُلسُ
O people of Egypt, your horns have fallen
O people of Egypt, your fortunes have fallen
After him—so your heads are smooth.
After them, your heads are shaven bare
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.