كَيْفَhow طَوَتْكَfolded you away الْمَنُونُDeath يَاO وَلَدِيmy son
كَيْفَ طَوَتْكَ الْمَنُونُ يَا وَلَدِي
وَكَيْفَand how أَوْدَعْتُكَI laid you الثَّرَىthe earth بِيَدِيwith my hand
وَكَيْفَ أَوْدَعْتُكَ الثَّرَى بِيَدِي
How has Death folded you away, my son?
How did death wrap you, my son,
And how have I laid you in the earth with my own hand?
And how did I bury you with my own hands,
وَاalas كَبِدِيmy liver يَاO عَلِيُّAli بَعْدَكَلَوْafter you; if only
وَا كَبِدِي يَا عَلِيُّ بَعْدَكَلَوْ
كَانَتْit was تَبُلُّquenches الْغَلِيلَthe burning thirst وَاalas كَبِدِيmy liver
كَانَتْ تَبُلُّ الْغَلِيلَ وَا كَبِدِي
Ah, my liver, O Ali, now you are gone! If only
If only after you, O Ali, my liver
the cry 'Ah, my liver!' could quench the burning thirst.
Could still secrete bile, if only after you.
فَقْدُكَyour loss سَلَّdrew out الْعِظَامَthe bones مِنِّيfrom me وَرَدْand drove back (continued)
فَقْدُكَ سَلَّ الْعِظَامَ مِنِّي وَرَدْ
دَcompletion of 'drove back' الصَّبْرَpatience عَنِّيaway from me وَفَتَّand sapped فيin عَضُدِيmy upper arm
دَ الصَّبْرَ عَنِّي وَفَتَّ في عَضُدِي
Your loss has drawn the bones from me and driven
Losing you sapped the bones right out of me
patience away from me, and sapped my upper arm's strength.
And peeled all patience off of my backbone,
كَمْhow many لَيْلَةٍa night فِيكَon your account لاno صَبَاحَdawn لَهَاfor it
كَمْ لَيْلَةٍ فِيكَ لا صَبَاحَ لَهَا
سهِرْتُهَاI spent it awake بَاكِياًweeping بِلاwithout مَدَدِaid
سهِرْتُهَا بَاكِياً بِلا مَدَدِ
How many a night for you, with no dawn,
How many nights for you with no morning
have I spent awake, weeping, without aid!
Have I spent awake weeping without respite,
دَمْعٌtears وَسُهْدٌand sleeplessness وَأَيُّand what نَاظِرَةٍeye
دَمْعٌ وَسُهْدٌ وَأَيُّ نَاظِرَةٍ
تَبْقَىsurvives عَلَىamid الْمَدْمَعَيْنِthe two tear ducts وَالسَّهَدِand sleeplessness
تَبْقَى عَلَى الْمَدْمَعَيْنِ وَالسَّهَدِ
Tears and sleeplessness—and what eye
Tears and wakefulness, and which onlooker
can endure both tear ducts' flow and sleeplessness?
Remains over the tearful, sleepless ones?
لَهْفِيmy anguish عَلَىfor لمحةِa glimpse النَّجَابَةِgiftedness لَوْif only
لَهْفِي عَلَى لمحةِ النَّجَابَةِ لَوْ
دَامَتْit lasted إِلَىuntil أَنْthat تَفُوزَyou attain بِالسَّدَدِwith sound judgment
دَامَتْ إِلَى أَنْ تَفُوزَ بِالسَّدَدِ
My anguish for that glimpse of promise! If only
My craving for a glimpse of your charm, if only
it had lasted until you attained sound judgment.
It lasted until you attained your aim,
مَاnot كُنْتُI was أَدْرِيknow إِذْwhen كُنْتُI was أَخْشَىI fear عَلَيْfor (continued)
مَا كُنْتُ أَدْرِي إِذْ كُنْتُ أَخْشَى عَلَيْ
كَyou (suffix) الْعَيْنَthe evil eye أَنَّthat الْحِمَامَDeath بِالرَّصَدِin ambush
كَ الْعَيْنَ أَنَّ الْحِمَامَ بِالرَّصَدِ
I did not know, as I feared harm to
I did not know, when I feared for you,
you from the evil eye, that Death lay in ambush.
The evil eye, that the fates with malice
فَاجَأَنِيtook me unawares الدَّهْرُTime فِيكَthrough you مِنْfrom حَيْثُwhere لاnot
فَاجَأَنِي الدَّهْرُ فِيكَ مِنْ حَيْثُ لا
أَعْلَمُI know خَتْلاًby stealth وَالدَّهْرُand Time كَالأَسَدِlike a lion
أَعْلَمُ خَتْلاً وَالدَّهْرُ كَالأَسَدِ
Time took me unawares through you, from a quarter I did not
Would ambush me, from where I know not,
know, by stealth—and Time is like a lion.
And fate is like a lion in its pit.
لَوْلاwere it not for اتِّقَاءُavoidance of الْحَياءِshame لاعْتَضْتُI would have exchanged بِالْin exchange for the (continued)
لَوْلا اتِّقَاءُ الْحَياءِ لاعْتَضْتُ بِالْ
حِلْمِcomposure هُياماًfrenzy يَحِيقُcloses in بِالْجَلَدِon fortitude
حِلْمِ هُياماً يَحِيقُ بِالْجَلَدِ
Were it not for fear of shame, I would have exchanged
If it weren’t for fear of shame, I would have screamed
composure for a frenzy that engulfs fortitude.
With wise restraint that would rip at the flesh,
لَكِنْbut أَبَتْrefused نَفْسِيmy soul الْكَرِيمَةُnoble أَنْto
لَكِنْ أَبَتْ نَفْسِي الْكَرِيمَةُ أَنْ
أَثْلِمَI notch حَدَّthe edge الْعَزاءِconsolation بِالْكَمَدِwith grief
أَثْلِمَ حَدَّ الْعَزاءِ بِالْكَمَدِ
But my noble soul refused to
But my noble soul refused
notch the edge of consolation with grief.
To stain the extent of grief with suppressed rage.
فَلْيَبْكِso let it weep قَلْبِيmy heart عَلَيْكَfor you فَالْعَيْنُfor the eye لاnot
فَلْيَبْكِ قَلْبِي عَلَيْكَ فَالْعَيْنُ لا
تَبْلُغُreaches بِالْدَّمْعِwith tears رُتْبَةَthe rank الْخَلَدِthe inward heart
تَبْلُغُ بِالْدَّمْعِ رُتْبَةَ الْخَلَدِ
So let my heart weep for you, for the eye does not
So let my heart weep for you, for the eye cannot
reach, through tears, the inward heart's rank.
Reach, with tears, the realm of eternity.
إِنْif يَكُbe أَخْنَىravaged الرَّدَىDeath عَلَيْكَupon you فَقَدْthen indeed
إِنْ يَكُ أَخْنَى الرَّدَى عَلَيْكَ فَقَدْ
أَخْنَىravaged أَلِيمُpainful الضَّنَىwasting illness عَلَىupon جَسَدِيmy body
أَخْنَى أَلِيمُ الضَّنَى عَلَى جَسَدِي
If Death has ravaged you, then indeed
If the delusion of loss comes over you,
painful wasting has ravaged my body.
Then the painful delusion comes over my body.
عَلَيْكَupon you مِنِّيfrom me السَّلامُpeace تَوْدِيعَa farewell لاnot
عَلَيْكَ مِنِّي السَّلامُ تَوْدِيعَ لا
قَالٍone who hates وَلَكِنْand yet تَوْدِيعَthe farewell مُضْطَهَدِone oppressed
قَالٍ وَلَكِنْ تَوْدِيعَ مُضْطَهَدِ
Peace be upon you from me—a farewell not of
From me to you, greetings of farewell - no
one who hates, but the farewell of one oppressed.
Words, but the farewell of the anguished one.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.