أَفِرَاقاًparting? وَأَنْتَwhile you آخِرُthe last بَاقِone remaining
أَفِرَاقاً وَأَنْتَ آخِرُ بَاقِ
مِنْof رِفَاقٍcompanions كَانُواthey were أَبَرthe truest الرِّفَاقِthe companions
مِنْ رِفَاقٍ كَانُوا أَبَر الرِّفَاقِ
Parting, when you are the last one left
Farewells, and you are the last companion remaining
of companions who were the truest of companions?
Of friends who were the most righteous of companions.
بِنْتَyou departed عَنْfrom جَانِبٍa part مِنَof الْقَلْبِthe heart حَيٍّliving
بِنْتَ عَنْ جَانِبٍ مِنَ الْقَلْبِ حَيٍّ
خُذْtake نَصِيباًa share مِنْof دَمْعِيَmy tears الْمُهْرَاقِoutpoured
خُذْ نَصِيباً مِنْ دَمْعِيَ الْمُهْرَاقِ
You have departed from a living part of my heart;
You turned away from a side of a living heart -
take a share of my outpoured tears.
Take a share of my overflowing tears.
كَمْhow many حَبِيباًa loved one أَرْثِيI elegize أَمَاis there not? لِيَfor me شُغْلٌwork
كَمْ حَبِيباً أَرْثِي أَمَا لِيَ شُغْلٌ
غَيْرُother than تَسْوِيدِblackening هَذِهِthese الأَوْرَاقِpages
غَيْرُ تَسْوِيدِ هَذِهِ الأَوْرَاقِ
How many loved ones I mourn! Have I no work
How many loved ones I weep for! But do I have any concern
but blackening these pages?
Other than blackening these papers?
مَنْwhoever سَقَتْهُmade him drink النَّوَىseparation ثُمَالَةَthe dregs كَأْسٍa cup
مَنْ سَقَتْهُ النَّوَى ثُمَالَةَ كَأْسٍ
قَدْindeed سَقَتْنِيmade me drink النَّوَىseparation بِكَأْسٍwith a cup دِهَاقِbrimming
قَدْ سَقَتْنِي النَّوَى بِكَأْسٍ دِهَاقِ
If separation gave someone the dregs of a cup,
Whoever the goodbyes have given a cup of sorrow to drink
separation has given me a cup filled to the brim.
The goodbyes have given me a cup of anguish to drink.
حَلَبٌAleppo أَنْجَبَتْكَbore you وَهْيَand she فَخُورةٌproud
حَلَبٌ أَنْجَبَتْكَ وَهْيَ فَخُورةٌ
بِفَتَاهَاof her young man الشِهيرِrenowned فِيin الآفَاقِthe horizons
بِفَتَاهَا الشِهيرِ فِي الآفَاقِ
Aleppo brought you forth, and she is proud
Hailab who bore you while proud
of her young man, renowned across the horizons:
Of her famous son among horizons.
السَّرِيِّthe noble الذِيwho أَصَابَattained مِنَof الْعَلْيَاءِlofty rank
السَّرِيِّ الذِي أَصَابَ مِنَ الْعَلْيَاءِ
مَاwhat يَبْتَغِيهِhe seeks it بِاْستحْقَاقِdeservedly
مَا يَبْتَغِيهِ بِاْستحْقَاقِ
the noble man who attained the lofty rank
The secretive one who attained glory
he sought, by rightful merit;
That he aspires to deserve.
الزَّكِيِّthe pure الْفُرُوعِthe branches مِمَّنfrom those who نَمَاهُمْbegot them
الزَّكِيِّ الْفُرُوعِ مِمَّن نَمَاهُمْ
وَالذَّكِيِّand the fragrant الأُصُوِلthe roots وَالأَعْرَاقِand the bloodlines
وَالذَّكِيِّ الأُصُوِل وَالأَعْرَاقِ
pure in his branches, from those who begot them,
The pure-branched one whom
and fragrant in his roots and bloodlines;
The intelligent roots and lineages have nurtured.
النَّقيِّthe pure الضَّميرِthe conscience فِيin كُلَّevery حَالٍcircumstance
النَّقيِّ الضَّميرِ فِي كُلَّ حَالٍ
وَالرَّفِيعِand the lofty الآدَابِmanners وَالأَخْلاَقِand morals
وَالرَّفِيعِ الآدَابِ وَالأَخْلاَقِ
pure of conscience in every circumstance,
The one of pure conscience in every situation
and lofty in manners and morals.
And highest morals and ethics.
رُزِئَتْكَwas bereaved of you الْفُصْحَىClassical Arabic عَلَىdespite الرغْمِunwillingness مِنْهَاon her part
رُزِئَتْكَ الْفُصْحَى عَلَى الرغْمِ مِنْهَا
فَهْيَso she فِيin وَحْشَةٍloneliness وَفِيand in إِطْرَاقِbowed-head silence
فَهْيَ فِي وَحْشَةٍ وَفِي إِطْرَاقِ
Classical Arabic has lost you against her will,
Eloquence felt anguished despite itself
so she is lonely, with her head bowed.
And is in desolation and distress.
وَلَوَدَّتْand she would indeed wish لَكَfor you الْبَقَاءَcontinued life إِلىto غَاstart of 'limit'
وَلَوَدَّتْ لَكَ الْبَقَاءَ إِلى غَا
يَتِهِend of 'its limit' لَوْif وَقَىshielded مِنَfrom الْمَوْتِdeath وَاقِa protector
يَتِهِ لَوْ وَقَى مِنَ الْمَوْتِ وَاقِ
And she would have wished you life to its utmost
It wished for you to remain forever
limit, if any protector could shield you from death.
If it could be protected from death.
أَيَّهاO الْجِهبِذُthe master scholar الذِيwho لَمْdid not يَفُتْهُescape him
أَيَّها الْجِهبِذُ الذِي لَمْ يَفُتْهُ
مَاwhat بِهَاin her مِنْof جَلاَئِلٍweighty matters وَدِقَاقِand fine details
مَا بِهَا مِنْ جَلاَئِلٍ وَدِقَاقِ
O master scholar, who missed nothing
O you master whom
of her weighty matters and fine details;
Its essence and preciseness did not escape.
أَيُّهاO النَّاقِدُthe critic الشَّفيقُthe compassionate وَلَكِنْand yet
أَيُّها النَّاقِدُ الشَّفيقُ وَلَكِنْ
مَاno بِهِin him فِيin الصَّوَابِwhat is right مِنْany إِشْفَاقِfear
مَا بِهِ فِي الصَّوَابِ مِنْ إِشْفَاقِ
O compassionate critic, and yet
O you gentle critic, but without
with no fear when it came to what was right;
What he has of compassion.
أَيُّهاO النَّاثرُthe prose writer الَّذِيwho لاَnot يُبَاهىis rivaled
أَيُّها النَّاثرُ الَّذِي لاَ يُبَاهى
لَفْظُهُhis wording بِالجَلاَءِin clarity وَالإِشْرَاقِand radiance
لَفْظُهُ بِالجَلاَءِ وَالإِشْرَاقِ
O prose writer, unrivaled
O you prose writer whose eloquence
in the clarity and radiance of your wording;
Is not boasted for clarity and illumination.
وَتَحُولُand turn الأَفْكَارُthe thoughts فيهِwithin it فَمَاand so do not تُخْطيءُmiss
وَتَحُولُ الأَفْكَارُ فيهِ فَمَا تُخْطيءُ
مَعْنىًa meaning منَamong الْمَعَانيthe meanings الرِّقَاقِdelicate
مَعْنىً منَ الْمَعَاني الرِّقَاقِ
and thoughts turn within it, never missing
And thoughts turn in it, and do not miss
any of the delicate meanings.
Any delicate meaning of meanings.
أَيُّهاO الشَّاعرُthe poet الْمُقلُّsparing in verse وَلَوْand if أَكْثَرَhe wrote more
أَيُّها الشَّاعرُ الْمُقلُّ وَلَوْ أَكْثَرَ
لَمْnot يَأْتِhe would come تَالياًsecond فيin السِّباقِthe race
لَمْ يَأْتِ تَالياً في السِّباقِ
O poet of few verses—had you written more,
O you scarce poet - had you written more
you would not have come second in the race.
None would surpass you in the race.
مِنْfrom تَقْليبِكَyour turning over الحَقَائِقَthe truths هَلْwhether كَاstart of 'was'
مِنْ تَقْليبِكَ الحَقَائِقَ هَلْ كَا
نَend of 'was' لِوَهْمٍfor a fancy تَصُوغُهُyou fashion it مِنْany خَلاَقِshare
نَ لِوَهْمٍ تَصُوغُهُ مِنْ خَلاَقِ
As you turned truths over, was
From your flipping facts, was there ever
there any share for a fancy you fashioned?
An illusion you shaped out of fantasies?
إِنَّindeed كَنْزاًa treasure أَنْفقْتَyou spent مِنْهُfrom it لكنْزٌsurely a treasure
إِنَّ كَنْزاً أَنْفقْتَ مِنْهُ لكنْزٌ
غيْرُnot مُسْتنْفدٍexhausted عَلَىdespite الإِنْفاقِspending
غيْرُ مُسْتنْفدٍ عَلَى الإِنْفاقِ
Indeed, the treasure you drew upon is surely a treasure
You have spent a treasure, but a treasure
never exhausted by spending.
That is endless in expenditure.
ليْسَis not بَذْلٌgiving عَنْfrom بَسْطةٍabundance فِيin الحِجَىintellect
ليْسَ بَذْلٌ عَنْ بَسْطةٍ فِي الحِجَى
عِلماًin knowledge وَخُبْراًand experience كالْبَذلِlike giving عَنfrom إمْلاَقِpoverty
عِلماً وَخُبْراً كالْبَذلِ عَن إمْلاَقِ
Giving from a wealth of intellect,
Not a generosity out of amplitude in protection
of knowledge and experience, is not like giving from poverty.
Of knowledge and experience like generosity out of stinginess.
لَغَةthe language الضَّادِḍād كيْفَhow تَنسَىcan she forget جَناهَاher harvest
لَغَة الضَّادِ كيْفَ تَنسَى جَناهَا
مِنfrom أَفانِينِvaried arts فِكرِكَyour thought الخَلاَّقِcreative
مِن أَفانِينِ فِكرِكَ الخَلاَّقِ
The language of ḍād—how can she forget her harvest
How can the language of Dhad forget its harvest
from the varied arts of your creative thought:
From the vats of your creative mind?
ثَمَرَاتٍfruits مِنْfrom كُلِّevery فَنٍّart بَدِيعٍwondrous
ثَمَرَاتٍ مِنْ كُلِّ فَنٍّ بَدِيعٍ
فِيin حُلِيٍّornaments مِنْof كُلِّevery لَوْنٍhue رَاقِexquisite
فِي حُلِيٍّ مِنْ كُلِّ لَوْنٍ رَاقِ
fruits from every wondrous art,
Fruits from every art in an adornment
in ornaments of every exquisite hue?
Of every delightful color.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.