حَوَيْتَyou have amassed مِنَof السَّوْءَاتِthe shameful faults مَاthat which لَوْif طَرَحْتَهُyou cast it
حَوَيْتَ مِنَ السَّوْءَاتِ مَا لَوْ طَرَحْتَهُ
عَلَىupon الشَّمْسِthe sun لَمْdid not تَطْلُعْit rises بِكُلِّin every مَكَانِplace
عَلَى الشَّمْسِ لَمْ تَطْلُعْ بِكُلِّ مَكَانِ
You have amassed such shameful faults that, were you to cast them
You contain so much evil that if cast
Upon the sun, it would not rise anywhere.
Upon the sun, she would never rise again.
وَمَاand not تَرَكَleft الْهَاجُونَthe satirists فِيكَin you بَقِيَّةًa remainder
وَمَا تَرَكَ الْهَاجُونَ فِيكَ بَقِيَّةً
يَدُورُturns عَلَيْهَاupon it فِيin الْهِجَاءِsatire لِسَانِيmy tongue
يَدُورُ عَلَيْهَا فِي الْهِجَاءِ لِسَانِي
And the satirists have left nothing in you
The slanderers have spared no shred of you -
For my tongue to dwell upon in satire.
Around their insults shall my tongue now spin.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.