طَفِيءَwas extinguished الصَّبَاحُthe dawn بَعَيْنِيَin the two eyes of الإِلهَامِinspiration
طَفِيءَ الصَّبَاحُ بَعَيْنِيَ الإِلهَامِ
وَتَغَمَّدَand enfolded الَّلأْلاءَthe radiance جَفْنُan eyelid of ظَلامِdarkness
وَتَغَمَّدَ الَّلأْلاءَ جَفْنُ ظَلامِ
Dawn has gone out in the eyes of inspiration,
The dawn faded in my inspired eyes,
And an eyelid of darkness has enfolded the radiance.
And the radiance was shrouded by the veil of darkness.
وَكَأَنَّand as though شَمْسَthe sun of العَبْقَرِيَّةِgenius كُفِّنَتْwas shrouded
وَكَأَنَّ شَمْسَ العَبْقَرِيَّةِ كُفِّنَتْ
بَعْدَafter ازْدِهَارِthe blossoming of شُعَاعِهَاits rays بِقَتَامِin murk
بَعْدَ ازْدِهَارِ شُعَاعِهَا بِقَتَامِ
And it is as though the sun of genius were shrouded
It was as if the sun of genius was buried
In murk, after its rays had blossomed.
After the flourishing of its rays in gloom.
لَولاbut for شُفُوفُthe translucence of حِجَابِهَاits veil عَنْover شَاحِبٍa pale gleam
لَولا شُفُوفُ حِجَابِهَا عَنْ شَاحِبٍ
مِنَof ضَوْئِهَاits light لَمْnot يَبْدُappear لِلمُسْتَامِto the seeker
مِنَ ضَوْئِهَا لَمْ يَبْدُ لِلمُسْتَامِ
But for its veil's translucence, revealing a pale gleam
If it were not for the thin veils covering it from one
Of its light, it would not appear to the seeker.
Made pale by its light, it would not appear to the aspirant.
تَعْتَادُنَاrevisits us وَالذِّكْرَيَاتُand the memories كَأَنَّهَاas though they were
تَعْتَادُنَا وَالذِّكْرَيَاتُ كَأَنَّهَا
آثَارُtraces of رَائِعَةٍa marvel مِنَamong الأَحْلامِdreams
آثَارُ رَائِعَةٍ مِنَ الأَحْلامِ
It revisits us, while memories seem like
We are accustomed, and memories are as if they are
The traces of a wondrous dream.
Traces of splendid dreams.
وَهَلِand has اسْتَقَرَّendured مِنَof الْحَقَائِقِtruths ذَاهِبٌanything departed
وَهَلِ اسْتَقَرَّ مِنَ الْحَقَائِقِ ذَاهِبٌ
إِلاَّexcept بِأَعْلاقٍthrough treasured things مِنَof الأَوْهَامِillusions
إِلاَّ بِأَعْلاقٍ مِنَ الأَوْهَامِ
And has any vanished truth endured
And has any departing reality settled
Except through treasured illusions?
Except in the depths of delusions?
لَهْفِيmy grief عَلَىfor الخِدْنِthe companion النَّبِيلِnoble وَعَهْدُهُand his faithfulness
لَهْفِي عَلَى الخِدْنِ النَّبِيلِ وَعَهْدُهُ
مَنْذُsince التَّعَارُفِmutual acquaintance كَانَwas فَوْقَabove الذَّامِreproach
مَنْذُ التَّعَارُفِ كَانَ فَوْقَ الذَّامِ
My grief for the noble friend, whose faithfulness
My fervor for the noble soul, and since
Since our first acquaintance was beyond reproach!
Our acquaintance he was above rebuke.
لَمْnot أُلْفِهِI found him فِيin العَيْشِlife إِلاَّexcept نَابِهاًdistinguished
لَمْ أُلْفِهِ فِي العَيْشِ إِلاَّ نَابِهاً
يَرْنُوgazes إِلَىtoward الدُّنْيَاthe world بِطَرْفٍwith an eye سَامِlofty
يَرْنُو إِلَى الدُّنْيَا بِطَرْفٍ سَامِ
In life I never found him other than distinguished,
I did not know him in life except as one
Gazing upon the world with a lofty eye.
Who looked upon the world with aloofness.
مَاذَاwhat بَلَوْتُI came to know مِنَof الشَّمَائِلِcharacter traits حُلْوَةًsweet
مَاذَا بَلَوْتُ مِنَ الشَّمَائِلِ حُلْوَةً
فِيهِin him وَمِنْand of صِدْقٍtruthfulness وَرعْيِand observance of ذِمَامِbonds of honor
فِيهِ وَمِنْ صِدْقٍ وَرعْيِ ذِمَامِ
What sweet traits I came to know
How much sweetness of character did I experience in him
In him, and what truthfulness and care for bonds of honor!
Of sincerity and the restraint of blame!
أَبْغِيI seek الرِّثَّاءَan elegy لَهُfor him فَيُبْرِقُso flashes خَاطِرِيmy thought
أَبْغِي الرِّثَّاءَ لَهُ فَيُبْرِقُ خَاطِرِي
حُزْناًwith sorrow وَلَكِنْbut أَيْنَwhere صَوْبُthe downpour of غَمَامِa cloud
حُزْناً وَلَكِنْ أَيْنَ صَوْبُ غَمَامِ
I seek an elegy for him; my thought flashes
I want to eulogize him, but my mind
With sorrow—but where is the cloud's downpour?
Glows with sorrow - but where are the clouds?
لَمْnot يَبْقَremains لِيto me شِعْرٌpoetry وَلاnor نَثْرٌprose وَقَدْand already
لَمْ يَبْقَ لِي شِعْرٌ وَلا نَثْرٌ وَقَدْ
أَخْنَىhas wreaked ruin عَلّيَّupon me تَقَادُمُthe passage of الأَعْوَامِthe years
أَخْنَى عَلّيَّ تَقَادُمُ الأَعْوَامِ
No poetry remains to me, nor prose, for
I have no poetry left, nor prose, and
The passage of years has ravaged me.
The passing years have despaired me.
أَلْقَىcast الحِدَادَmourning عَلَىupon البَصَائِرِinsights وَالنُّهَىand intellects
أَلْقَى الحِدَادَ عَلَى البَصَائِرِ وَالنُّهَى
رُزْءُthe bereavement of المَحَابِرِthe inkwells فِيهِin him وَالأَقْلامِand the pens
رُزْءُ المَحَابِرِ فِيهِ وَالأَقْلامِ
Mourning has been cast upon insight and reason
I don the mourning upon visions and prohibition -
By the loss of him suffered by inkwells and pens.
The scorn of the skilled and the pens therein.
كَمْhow many فِيin البَوَادِيthe deserts وَالحَوَاضِand the towns بَعْدَهُafter him
كَمْ فِي البَوَادِي وَالحَوَاضِ بَعْدَهُ
عَيْنٌan eye مُؤَرَّقَةٌsleepless وَقَلْبٌand a heart دَامِbleeding
عَيْنٌ مُؤَرَّقَةٌ وَقَلْبٌ دَامِ
How many, in deserts and towns since his passing,
How many a lonely eye and grieving heart
Are the sleepless eyes and bleeding hearts!
In the deserts and settlements after him!
فِيهَاin them المُعَزِّيthe comforter وَالمُعَزَّىand the comforted وَاحِدٌone
فِيهَا المُعَزِّي وَالمُعَزَّى وَاحِدٌ
وَشَكَاةُand the lament of لُبْنَانٍLebanon شَكَاةُthe lament of الشَّامِal-Sham
وَشَكَاةُ لُبْنَانٍ شَكَاةُ الشَّامِ
There, the comforter and the comforted are one;
The consoler and the consoled are one,
And Lebanon's lament is the lament of al-Sham.
And Lebanon's complaint is Syria's complaint.
وَلَّىdeparted إِمَامُthe master of المُنْشِئِينَwriters وَكَانَand he was فِيin
وَلَّى إِمَامُ المُنْشِئِينَ وَكَانَ فِي
تَجْدِيدِrenewing شَأْنِthe stature of الضَّادِḍād (Arabic) أيَّwhat a إمَامِmaster
تَجْدِيدِ شَأْنِ الضَّادِ أيَّ إمَامِ
Gone is the master of writers; and in
The Imam of writers departed, and he was
Reviving the stature of Arabic—the tongue of ḍād—what a master he was!
Renewing the art of Arabic - what an Imam!
فَكَأَنَّهَاso it was as though وَالعَصْرُand the age لَيْسَwas not بِعَصْرِهَاits age
فَكَأَنَّهَا وَالعَصْرُ لَيْسَ بِعَصْرِهَا
رُدَّتْwas restored عَلَيْهَاto it نَضْرَةُthe freshness of الأَيَّامِthe days
رُدَّتْ عَلَيْهَا نَضْرَةُ الأَيَّامِ
So it was as though—though the age was not its own—
So it and the era are not of his era -
The freshness of its days had been restored to it.
The freshness of days was restored upon it.
وَلَّىdeparted أخُوthe peer of الأَفْذَاذِthe exceptional ones مِنْamong شُعَرَائِهَاits poets
وَلَّى أخُو الأَفْذَاذِ مِنْ شُعَرَائِهَا
فِيin جَاهِلِيَّتِهَاits pre-Islamic age وَفِيand in الإِسْلامِIslam
فِي جَاهِلِيَّتِهَا وَفِي الإِسْلامِ
Gone is the peer of its matchless poets,
The brother of the elite of its poets departed
Of its pre-Islamic age and of the age of Islam.
In its pre-Islamic period and in Islam.
جَارَىmatched الفُحُولَthe stallions (master poets) وَلَمْand did not يُقَصِّرْfall short عَنْهُمُof them
جَارَى الفُحُولَ وَلَمْ يُقَصِّرْ عَنْهُمُ
فِيin حَلْبَةِthe arena of الإِفْصَاحِeloquence وَالإِحْكَامِand mastery
فِي حَلْبَةِ الإِفْصَاحِ وَالإِحْكَامِ
He matched the stallions of verse and did not fall short of them
He competed with the stalwarts and did not fall short of them
In the arena of eloquence and mastery.
In the arena of eloquence and perfection.
شَتَّانَwhat a difference بَيْنَbetween الشَّاعِرِthe poet المَطْبُوعِnaturally gifted فِيin
شَتَّانَ بَيْنَ الشَّاعِرِ المَطْبُوعِ فِي
إِبْدَاعِهِhis creative work وَاللاَّقِطِand the gleaner النُّظَّامِthe versifier
إِبْدَاعِهِ وَاللاَّقِطِ النُّظَّامِ
What a gulf between the poet, naturally gifted in
Far apart is the innate poet
His creative work, and the gleaning versifier!
In his creativity, and the patchwork rhymer.
أَلعَالَمُthe world العَرَبِيُّArab مِنْfrom أَطْرَافِهِits extremities
أَلعَالَمُ العَرَبِيُّ مِنْ أَطْرَافِهِ
بَادِيshowing الوُجُومِsomber grief مُنَكَّسُlowered الأَعْلامِthe banners
بَادِي الوُجُومِ مُنَكَّسُ الأَعْلامِ
The Arab world, from end to end,
Does not the Arab world from its edges
Shows its sorrow, its banners lowered.
With prominent gloom and inverted flags weep?
يَبْكِيweeps for أَمِيرَthe prince of بَيَانِهِits eloquence يَبءكِيweeps for فَتَىthe champion of
يَبْكِي أَمِيرَ بَيَانِهِ يَبءكِي فَتَى
فِتْيَانِهِits champions فِيin الكَرِّthe charge وَالإِقْدَامِand daring
فِتْيَانِهِ فِي الكَرِّ وَالإِقْدَامِ
It weeps for the prince of its eloquence; it weeps for the champion
It weeps for the prince of its rhetoric, it weeps for the youth
Of its champions in the charge and in daring.
Among its youths in valor and daring.
يَبْكِيweeps for العِصَامِيُّthe self-made man الكَبِيرَgreat بِنَفْسِهِin his own right
يَبْكِي العِصَامِيُّ الكَبِيرَ بِنَفْسِهِ
وَالسَّيِّدَand the lord ابْنَson of السَّيِّدِthe lord القَمْقَامِillustrious
وَالسَّيِّدَ ابْنَ السَّيِّدِ القَمْقَامِ
It weeps for the self-made man, great in his own right,
Al-Isaami the Great weeps for himself
And the lord, son of an illustrious lord.
And the Grandson of the Grand, Al-Qumqam.
مَاnot زَالَceased يَنْفَحُfights دُونَهُin its defense وَمَرامُهُand his aim
مَا زَالَ يَنْفَحُ دُونَهُ وَمَرامُهُ
مِمَّاof what يُكَابِدُهُhe struggles with it أَعَزُّthe noblest مَرَامِaim
مِمَّا يُكَابِدُهُ أَعَزُّ مَرَامِ
He never ceased to fight in its defense, and his aim
He did not cease to blow his fires, and his goal
Through all he endured was the noblest of aims,
Was the most precious of goals he endured.
حَتَّىuntil جَلاwithdrew الأَعْدَاءُthe enemies عَنَّfrom أَوْطَانِهِits homelands
حَتَّى جَلا الأَعْدَاءُ عَنَّ أَوْطَانِهِ
وَسَمَاand rose مَكَانُthe standing of العُرْبِthe Arabs فِيamong الأَقْوَامِthe peoples
وَسَمَا مَكَانُ العُرْبِ فِي الأَقْوَامِ
Until the enemies withdrew from its homelands
Until the enemies departed from his homelands,
And the Arabs' standing rose among the nations.
And the place of the Arabs rose among the nations.
فَثَوَىso he rested قَرِيرَserene of العَيْنِthe eye مَوْفُورَfull of الرِّضَاcontentment
فَثَوَى قَرِيرَ العَيْنِ مَوْفُورَ الرِّضَا
بِثَوَابِwith the reward for مَاwhat عَانَىhe endured مِنَof الآلامِthe pains
بِثَوَابِ مَا عَانَى مِنَ الآلامِ
So he lay at rest, his eyes serene, his contentment full,
So the gentle-eyed, contented one passed away
With the reward for the pains he had endured.
With the reward for what he suffered of pains.
أَشَكِيبُO Shakib حَسْبُsufficient for المَجْدِglory مَاwhat بُلِّغْتُهُI was informed of it
أَشَكِيبُ حَسْبُ المَجْدِ مَا بُلِّغْتُهُ
شَرْقاًeast وَغَرْباًand west مِنْof جَلِيلِexalted مَقَامِstanding
شَرْقاً وَغَرْباً مِنْ جَلِيلِ مَقَامِ
O Shakib, enough for glory is what I have been told
O Ashkabe, suffice with the glory I conveyed
Of your exalted standing, east and west.
East and west, of his magnificent status.
فِيin كُلِّevery قُطْرٍland لِلعُرُوبَةِof Arabhood خُلِّدَتْwas immortalized
فِي كُلِّ قُطْرٍ لِلعُرُوبَةِ خُلِّدَتْ
ذِكْرَاكَyour memory بِالإِكْبَارِwith reverence وَالإِعْظَامِand veneration
ذِكْرَاكَ بِالإِكْبَارِ وَالإِعْظَامِ
In every Arab land is preserved forever
In every homeland of Arabism, your memory
Your memory, with reverence and veneration.
Was immortalized with magnification and reverence.
كَانَتْwas حَيَاتُكَyour life دَارَan abode of حَرْبٍwar جُزْتَهَاyou passed through it
كَانَتْ حَيَاتُكَ دَارَ حَرْبٍ جُزْتَهَا
فَاسْتَقْبِلِso welcome النُّعْمَىbliss بِدَارِin an abode of سَلامِpeace
فَاسْتَقْبِلِ النُّعْمَى بِدَارِ سَلامِ
Your life was an abode of war through which you passed;
Your life was a home of war, which you were granted,
So welcome bliss in an abode of peace.
So turn to bliss in the abode of peace.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.