وخميلةٍand a lush grove نسجwove الربيعُspring برودَهاits striped robes
وخميلةٍ نسج الربيعُ برودَها
برَّاقةًgleaming منfrom شمسِهِits sun وَغمامِهِand its clouds
برَّاقةً من شمسِهِ وَغمامِهِ
And a lush grove—spring has woven its robes,
The spring wove its coolness with a brilliance
Gleaming, from its sunshine and clouds.
From its sun and its clouds.
يزكوgrows richer بأنفاسِwith the breaths of الأزاهرِthe blossoms نشرُهاits fragrance
يزكو بأنفاسِ الأزاهرِ نشرُها
ياoh طيبَthe sweetness of أنفاسِthe breaths of الرحيقِpure wine بجامِهِin its goblet
يا طيبَ أنفاسِ الرحيقِ بجامِهِ
Its fragrance grows richer with the blossoms' breath;
Its blossoming is purified by the breath of flowers,
How sweet the breath of pure wine in its goblet!
Oh, the sweet scent of nectar in its cup!
وَيموجُand ripples مِنْfrom مَرّthe passing of النسيمِthe breeze جميعُهاall of it
وَيموجُ مِنْ مَرّ النسيمِ جميعُها
كالماءِlike water تجريflows الريحُthe wind فوقover جِمامهits gathered waters
كالماءِ تجري الريحُ فوق جِمامه
And all of it ripples as the breeze passes,
It all sways with the gentle breeze
Like water, with the wind flowing over its brimming surface.
Like water flowing above its waves.
والزهرُand the flowers بينbetween مفتِّحٍopening وَمغمِّضٍand closing its eyes
والزهرُ بين مفتِّحٍ وَمغمِّضٍ
أحسنْhow beautiful بهit is فيin صحوِهits wakefulness وَمنامهand its sleep
أحسنْ به في صحوِه وَمنامه
And the flowers—some open-eyed, some with eyes shut—
The flowers partly opened and partly closed
How lovely they are, awake and asleep!
Are most beautiful awake and asleep.
نَفَضَshook الربيعُspring عليهonto it منsome of ألوانهits colors
نَفَضَ الربيعُ عليه من ألوانه
فكأنهso it seems إذwhen رفَّfluttered منamong أعلامهits banners
فكأنه إذ رفَّ من أعلامه
Spring shook some of its colors over them,
The spring sprinkled its colors over them
As though, when they fluttered, they were among its banners.
As if waving its banners aloft.
والطيرُand the birds يشدوsing والفراشُand the butterflies مرفرفٌfluttering
والطيرُ يشدو والفراشُ مرفرفٌ
مَرَحاًmerrily وَتلعاباًand playfully عَلَىto أنغامهits melodies
مَرَحاً وَتلعاباً عَلَى أنغامه
And birds sing, and butterflies flutter,
The birds sing and the butterflies flutter
Merrily and playfully to the birds' melodies.
Playing and frolicking to its tunes.
والشمسُand the sun منfrom خَلْفِbehind الغمامِthe clouds كليلةٌdim
والشمسُ من خَلْفِ الغمامِ كليلةٌ
ولكنّهاand yet it كالبدرِlike the full moon عندat تمامهits fullness
ولكنّها كالبدرِ عند تمامه
And the sun is dim behind the clouds,
The sun peers through the clouds
Yet it is like the moon in its fullness.
Like a crescent moon at its fullness.
والغربُand the west بالأشباحِwith shadowy forms يزخرteems أُفقهُits horizon
والغربُ بالأشباحِ يزخر أُفقهُ
فكأنهاso they seem الأضغاثُtangled fragments منof أحلامهits dreams
فكأنها الأضغاثُ من أحلامه
And the western horizon teems with shadowy forms,
The horizon fills with ghosts
As though they were tangled fragments of its dreams.
Like dreams' nonsense.
حتىuntil طلعتِyou appeared فكنتِand so you were أحسنَmore beautiful طلعةin appearance
حتى طلعتِ فكنتِ أحسنَ طلعة
منthan باسمِsmiling النوارِblossoms فيin أكمامهits bud-sheaths
من باسمِ النوارِ في أكمامه
Until you appeared, and were lovelier to behold
Until you rose, the loveliest rising
Than smiling blossoms within their sheaths.
With your smiling face from its veil.
فشغلتنيso you distracted me عنfrom كلall ماthat أحبَبْتُI loved مِنْof
فشغلتني عن كل ما أحبَبْتُ مِنْ
صورِthe forms of الربيعِspring وَطيبهِand its fragrance وَكلامهand its speech
صورِ الربيعِ وَطيبهِ وَكلامه
So you drew me away from all that I loved—
You distracted me from all I loved
Spring's forms, its fragrance, and its speech.
Of the spring's scenes, scent and words.
وقدحتِand you struck زندَthe flint of الشعرِpoetry بيwithin me فقبستُso I drew مِنْfrom
وقدحتِ زندَ الشعرِ بي فقبستُ مِنْ
عينيكyour two eyes سحرَthe magic of بيانِهits eloquence وَنظامهand its versification
عينيك سحرَ بيانِه وَنظامه
And you struck poetry's flint in me, and I drew from
You lit the spark of poetry in me and I kindled
Your eyes the magic of its eloquence and verse.
From your eyes its magic and rhythm.
والشعرُand poetry يستهويcaptivates النُهىminds إنif كانit is فيin
والشعرُ يستهوي النُهى إن كان في
وَصفِthe description of الجمالِbeauty وَكانand is منfrom إلهامهits inspiration
وَصفِ الجمالِ وَكان من إلهامه
And poetry captivates the mind if it is
Poetry is tempted by the forbidden when describing
A portrayal of beauty and is inspired by it.
Beauty and is inspired.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.