الجَنَّةُParadise وَالجَحِيمand Hell فِيin وَجنَتِهhis cheek
الجَنَّةُ وَالجَحِيم فِي وَجنَتِه
مَعwith بَهجَتِهhis radiance
مَع بَهجَتِه
Paradise and Hell lie in his cheek,
Paradise and hell in his cheeks
along with his radiance.
With its rapture
وَالسِّحرُand enchantment مَعَwith السَّوَادthe darkness فِيin مُقَلَتِهhis eye
وَالسِّحرُ مَعَ السَّوَاد فِي مُقَلَتِه
مَعwith لَفتَتِهhis turning glance
مَع لَفتَتِه
And enchantment, with darkness, lies in his eye,
And magic with darkness in his eyelashes
along with his turning glance.
With its charm
كُلّevery مَنone who عَاينهُhas beheld him يقولsays فِيupon رُؤيَتِهseeing him
كُلّ مَن عَاينهُ يقول فِي رُؤيَتِه
مَعwith دَهشَتِهhis astonishment
مَع دَهشَتِه
Everyone who has beheld him says, upon seeing him,
Everyone who saw him says in seeing him
in his astonishment:
With wonder
هذاthis رَشَاa gazelle fawn قَدhas فَرّfled مِنfrom رضوَانRidwan
هذا رَشَا قَد فَرّ مِن رضوَان
جُنحَunder cover of الغَسَقِdusk
جُنحَ الغَسَقِ
This is a gazelle fawn that has fled from Ridwan,
This is a fawn who escaped from bliss
under cover of dusk.
The wings of dusk
لَوجَادif he were generous علَىto فُوَادِthe heart of الظَّمانthe thirsty one
لَوجَاد علَى فُوَادِ الظَّمان
أطَفَاhe would quench حُرقيmy burning pangs
أطَفَا حُرقي
If he were generous to the thirsty one's heart,
If he was generous to the hearts of the thirsty
he would quench my burning pangs.
He would soothe my burning
بَدرٌa full moon أزرَارُهhis buttons تَبدّتappeared فَلَكَاa celestial sphere
بَدرٌ أزرَارُه تَبدّت فَلَكَا
رًوحِيmy soul مَلَكَاhe possessed
رًوحِي مَلَكَا
A full moon—his buttons appeared as a celestial sphere—
A full moon whose buds appeared, so the cosmos
possessed my soul.
Became my angel
عَينَاهُhis two eyes مِنَfrom المَهَاةthe female oryx لَحظاًwith a glance فَتَكَاslew
عَينَاهُ مِنَ المَهَاة لَحظاً فَتَكَا
وَالخَالَand the beauty spot حَكَاresembled
وَالخَالَ حَكَا
His oryx-like eyes slew with a glance,
His eyes from bashfulness glanced for a moment and narrated
and his beauty spot was mirrored by
Tales
مِسكٌmusk مُستمسِكclinging عَلَىto سَوسَانa lily
مِسكٌ مُستمسِك عَلَى سَوسَان
غضّfresh العَبَقِin fragrance
غضّ العَبَقِ
musk clinging to a lily,
Musk holding on to lilies
fresh in fragrance.
The soft fragrance
يَهدِيoffers fragrance كَنَسِيمlike a breeze جَنَّةِthe garden of الرّضوَانdivine favor
يَهدِي كَنَسِيم جَنَّةِ الرّضوَان
لِلمُنتَشِقto the one who inhales
لِلمُنتَشِق
It offers fragrance like a breeze from the garden of divine favor,
Gifting like a breeze from the gardens of bliss
to whoever inhales it.
To the smeller
أحيَاI live وَأمُوتand I die فِيin هَوَاهlove for him كَمَدَاin grief
أحيَا وَأمُوت فِي هَوَاه كَمَدَا
رُوحِيmy soul كَسَدَاhas languished
رُوحِي كَسَدَا
I live and die in love for him, grief-stricken;
I live and die in his love again and again
my soul has languished.
My soul blocked
أقسَمتI have sworn فَلاso I will not أحِدَاturn aside عَنهُfrom him أَبَدَاever
أقسَمت فَلا أحِدَا عَنهُ أَبَدَا
صَبرِيmy patience نَفَدَاhas run out
صَبرِي نَفَدَا
I have sworn, so I shall never turn away from him;
I swore I will never ever leave him
my patience has run out.
My patience ran out
مَنwhoever مَاتَdies جَوَىof yearning فِيin حُبِّهَlove for him سَعُدَاfinds bliss
مَن مَاتَ جَوَى فِي حُبِّهَ سَعُدَا
مِنfrom غَيرِردَاother than ruin
مِن غَيرِردَا
Whoever dies of yearning in love for him finds bliss,
He who died craving his love, happy
without ruin.
With no regrets
كَمhow long أكتُمُI conceal لاَnot يُفيدُنيbenefits me كِثمانconcealment
كَم أكتُمُ لاَ يُفيدُني كِثمان
زًَادَتhave increased حُرَقِيmy burning pangs
زًَادَت حُرَقِي
How long shall I conceal it? Concealment does not help me;
How much I hide doesn't benefit me but increased
my burning pangs have increased.
My burning
يًستَأهِلdeserves مَنwhoever يَهِيمyearns بالسَّلوَانfor forgetfulness
يًستَأهِل مَن يَهِيم بالسَّلوَان
ضَربَstriking العُنُقِthe neck
ضَربَ العُنُقِ
Whoever yearns for forgetfulness deserves
He who craves the dark-lipped deserves
a blow to the neck.
To have his neck struck
مَنwho نَسَّقَarranged خَدّهhis cheek بِوَردِwith roses الأَنفfresh and untouched
مَن نَسَّقَ خَدّه بِوَردِ الأَنف
بَعدafter القَطفِthe plucking
بَعد القَطفِ
Who arranged his cheek with fresh roses,
He who plucked his cheek with the rose
after they were plucked,
After picking
وَطَرّزَهand embroidered it بِسَالِفٍwith a side-lock مُتَعَطِّفcurving
وَطَرّزَه بِسَالِفٍ مُتَعَطِّف
رقمscript الصُّحُفthe pages
رقم الصُّحُف
and embroidered it with a curving side-lock,
And embroidered it with a affectionate conversation
like script upon pages?
Numbered the pages
وَالدّرّand the pearls غَدَاbecame بِثَغرِهin his mouth كَالصُّدَفِlike shells
وَالدّرّ غَدَا بِثَغرِه كَالصُّدَفِ
قَدalready أُنبِتَbeen planted فِيin
قَد أُنبِتَ فِي
And the pearls in his mouth became like shells,
And the pearls became like seashells in his mouth
planted in
That grew in
مَرجِa meadow كَمhow much زَانَهُhas adorned it مِنَof المَرجَانthe coral
مَرجِ كَم زَانَهُ مِنَ المَرجَان
بِالشَّهدِwith honey سُقِيwas watered
بِالشَّهدِ سُقِي
a meadow—how much coral has adorned it!—
The meadow, how much it was adorned with coral
watered with honey.
Watered with honey
لَوif جَادَhe were generous عَلَىto فُؤَادthe heart of الظَّمانِthe thirsty one
لَو جَادَ عَلَى فُؤَاد الظَّمانِ
لَطَفَاhe would surely quench حُرَقِيmy burning pangs
لَطَفَا حُرَقِي
If he were generous to the thirsty one's heart,
If he was generous to the hearts of the thirsty
he would surely quench my burning pangs.
He would soothe my burning
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.