ياO هندُHind مَنْwho لأخيfor a brother of غرامٍpassion ماnot جرىflashed
يا هندُ مَنْ لأخي غرامٍ ما جرى
بَرْقُthe lightning الثّغورthe mouths لطرفهbefore his eye إِلاّexcept that جرىflowed with tears
بَرْقُ الثّغور لطرفه إِلاّ جرى
O Hind, who will aid a brother of passion? Never has there flashed
O Hind, who did my brother fall in love with
the lightning of smiling mouths before his eye without that eye streaming with tears.
The flash of weapons was aimed at him continuously
أَبكتهmade him weep شَيْبتُهhis gray hair وهلand is there منany عارضٍa cloud
أَبكته شَيْبتُه وهل من عارضٍ
شِمْتُI watched البوارقَthe lightning flashes فيهin it إِلاّexcept that أَمطراit rained
شِمْتُ البوارقَ فيه إِلاّ أَمطرا
His gray hair made him weep—and has any cloud
His greying hair made me weep, was there anyone to blame
whose lightning I watched ever failed to rain?
I saw the lightening flash through it continuously
لاdo not تنكريdisdain وَضَحاًwhiteness لَبِسْتُI donned قتيرَهits gray flecks
لا تنكري وَضَحاً لَبِسْتُ قتيرَه
رَكْضُthe gallop of الزمانtime أَثارstirred up العِثْيَراthe dust
رَكْضُ الزمان أَثار العِثْيَرا
Do not disdain the whiteness whose gray flecks I have donned;
Do not deny it, O radiant one, I wore ragged clothes
time’s gallop has stirred up the dust.
The passage of time left only traces
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.