قالواthey said صَحَوتَyou have come to your senses فَقُلتُso I said تَأبىrefuses لَوعَةٌburning anguish
قالوا صَحَوتَ فَقُلتُ تَأبى لَوعَةٌ
فيin القَلبِthe heart يَلذَعُstings جَمرُهاits embers بَلrather يَحرِقُburns
في القَلبِ يَلذَعُ جَمرُها بَل يَحرِقُ
They said, “You have come to your senses.” I said: a burning anguish forbids it—
They said you woke up, so I said anguish refuses
Within the heart, its embers sting—nay, burn.
In my heart, its embers sting and surely burn
قَلِقَتgrew restless مَدامِعُهُits tear ducts فَبُحنَso they spoke openly بِسِرِّهِof its secret
قَلِقَت مَدامِعُهُ فَبُحنَ بِسِرِّهِ
مَنwho ذاthis one يُقارِنُهُaccompanies him الهَوىpassion لاnot يَقلَقُgrows restless
مَن ذا يُقارِنُهُ الهَوى لا يَقلَقُ
Its tearful eyes grew restless and disclosed its secret.
My tears became restless, so he confided his secret
Who has passion as his companion and does not grow restless?
Who can compare to him in love and not be restless?
قَلبيmy heart المَلومُthe one blamed عَنِfor الهَوىpassion بَلrather مُقلَتيmy eye
قَلبي المَلومُ عَنِ الهَوى بَل مُقلَتي
بَلrather ذاthis one وَذاكَand that one كِلاهُماboth of them ليto me موبِقُruinous
بَل ذا وَذاكَ كِلاهُما لي موبِقُ
My heart is blamed for passion—no, my eye;
My heart is blamed for love, but it's my wretchedness
No, this and that—both are my undoing.
In fact both, each leads me to perdition
قُلsay ماwhatever بَداoccurs لَكَto you عاذِلاًreproaching وَمُناصِحاًand sincerely advising
قُل ما بَدا لَكَ عاذِلاً وَمُناصِحاً
قَدَرُdecree الهَوىpassion فَأَسيرُهُso its captive لاnot يُطلَقُis set free
قَدَرُ الهَوى فَأَسيرُهُ لا يُطلَقُ
Say whatever you please, reproaching and offering sincere counsel:
Say, what seems to you, blaming or advising?
Such is passion’s decree, so its captive is not set free.
The decree of love, so I'm its prisoner, not freed
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.