بِنارِin the fire of العِشقِpassionate love وَجداًwith longing ذابَmelted قَلبيmy heart
بِنارِ العِشقِ وَجداً ذابَ قَلبي
وَضاعَand was lost مِنَfrom الجَوىlove's anguish عَقليmy mind وَلبّيand my reason
وَضاعَ مِنَ الجَوى عَقلي وَلبّي
In the fire of love, my heart melted with longing.
With the fire of passion my heart has melted away
And from love's anguish, my mind and reason were lost.
And I've lost all reason and sanity
وَصِرتُand I became عَلىgiven to التّصابيyouthful dalliance كلّwholly صَبِّa lovesick lover
وَصِرتُ عَلى التّصابي كلّ صَبِّ
أَهيمُI wander love-struck صَبابَةًin ardent longing فيin عِشقِpassionate love for حبّيmy beloved
أَهيمُ صَبابَةً في عِشقِ حبّي
And in youthful dalliance, I became wholly lovesick.
I've become inclined to all youths
I wander, yearning, in love with my beloved,
Roaming madly in love with my beloved
حَياةthe life of الرّوحِthe soul بَلrather رُوحthe soul of الحَياةِlife
حَياة الرّوحِ بَل رُوح الحَياةِ
سَهِرتُI stayed awake اللّيلَthe night تَرقُبنيwatching me النّجومُthe stars
سَهِرتُ اللّيلَ تَرقُبني النّجومُ
The soul's life—nay, the soul of life.
The life of the soul, nay the soul of life
I stayed awake through the night, the stars watching me.
I stayed up all night with the stars watching over me
وَتَعلونيand loom over me الكَآبةُgloom وَالهُمومُand cares
وَتَعلوني الكَآبةُ وَالهُمومُ
وَإِنّيand indeed I ياO عَذولُreproacher وَلَوand even if تَلومُyou reproach
وَإِنّي يا عَذولُ وَلَو تَلومُ
And gloom and cares loom over me.
And sadness and worries besetting me
And I, O reproacher, even if you reproach me,
Yet O you who blame, if you were to blame
أَهيمُI wander love-struck صَبابَةًin ardent longing فيin عِشقِpassionate love for حِبِّيmy beloved
أَهيمُ صَبابَةً في عِشقِ حِبِّي
حَياةthe life of الرّوحِthe soul بَلrather رُوحthe soul of الحَياةِlife
حَياة الرّوحِ بَل رُوح الحَياةِ
I wander, yearning, in love with my beloved,
Roaming madly in love with my beloved
The soul's life—nay, the soul of life.
The life of the soul, nay the soul of life
فُتِنتُI was enthralled بِمخجلٍby one who shames شَمسَthe sun of النّهارِday
فُتِنتُ بِمخجلٍ شَمسَ النّهارِ
وَمُخفيand one who conceals البَدرthe full moon فيin ثَوبِa robe of اِستِتارِconcealment
وَمُخفي البَدر في ثَوبِ اِستِتارِ
I was enthralled by one who shames the daytime sun,
I'm infatuated with a beauty, the sun of daytime
And hides the full moon in a robe of concealment.
And the hidden full moon in the dress of concealment
وَحقَّand was justified بِعِشقِهِby love for him خَلعيmy casting off عِذاريmy bridle
وَحقَّ بِعِشقِهِ خَلعي عِذاري
أَهيمُI wander love-struck صَبابَةًin ardent longing فيin عِشقِpassionate love for حِبِّيmy beloved
أَهيمُ صَبابَةً في عِشقِ حِبِّي
And love for him justified my casting off my bridle.
His love made me take off my chastity
I wander, yearning, in love with my beloved,
Roaming madly in love with my beloved
حَياةthe life of الرّوحِthe soul بَلrather رُوحthe soul of الحَياةِlife
حَياة الرّوحِ بَل رُوح الحَياةِ
شَنيبُcool and sweet الثّغرِthe mouth ضَحّاكُever-smiling الثّناياthe front teeth
شَنيبُ الثّغرِ ضَحّاكُ الثّنايا
The soul's life—nay, the soul of life.
The life of the soul, nay the soul of life
His mouth is sweet and cool, his front teeth ever smiling.
The mole on his cheek laughs at the dimples
وَفيand in أَلحاظِهِhis glances سَهمُan arrow of المَناياdeadly fates
وَفي أَلحاظِهِ سَهمُ المَنايا
وَفِيَّand in me هَواهُlove for him صارَhas become مِنَamong السّجاياinnate traits
وَفِيَّ هَواهُ صارَ مِنَ السّجايا
And in his glances lies the arrow of death.
And his glances are arrows of demise
And love for him has become part of my nature.
And his love made me one of the captives
أَهيمُI wander love-struck صَبابَةًin ardent longing فيin عِشقِpassionate love for حِبِّيmy beloved
أَهيمُ صَبابَةً في عِشقِ حِبِّي
حَياةthe life of الرّوحِthe soul بَلrather رُوحthe soul of الحَياةِlife
حَياة الرّوحِ بَل رُوح الحَياةِ
I wander, yearning, in love with my beloved,
Roaming madly in love with my beloved
The soul's life—nay, the soul of life.
The life of the soul, nay the soul of life
لَماهُhis dusky lips العَذبُsweet قَدindeed فاقَsurpassed الرّحيقاpure wine
لَماهُ العَذبُ قَد فاقَ الرّحيقا
وَرَبَّىand nurtured الدّرّpearls فيهِwithin it وَالعَقيقاand agate
وَرَبَّى الدّرّ فيهِ وَالعَقيقا
His sweet, dusky lips have surpassed pure wine,
His sweet saliva surpassed nectar
And nurtured pearls and agate within them.
And nurtured pearls and rubies in it
سَكِرتُI became drunk بِهِon it علىin وَهميmy fancy حَقيقاtruly
سَكِرتُ بِهِ على وَهمي حَقيقا
أَهيمُI wander love-struck صَبابَةًin ardent longing فيin عِشقِpassionate love for حِبِّيmy beloved
أَهيمُ صَبابَةً في عِشقِ حِبِّي
I was drunk on it—in my fancy, yet truly.
I got drunk on it truly in my imagination
I wander, yearning, in love with my beloved,
Roaming madly in love with my beloved
حَياةthe life of الرُّوحِthe soul بَلrather رُوحthe soul of الحَياةِlife
حَياة الرُّوحِ بَل رُوح الحَياةِ
بِسِحرِwith the magic of عُيونِهِhis eyes سَلَبَstole العُقولاminds
بِسِحرِ عُيونِهِ سَلَبَ العُقولا
The soul's life—nay, the soul of life.
The life of the soul, nay the soul of life
With the magic of his eyes, he stole minds away.
With the magic of his eyes he robbed minds
وَسَيفُand the sword of جُفونِهِhis eyelids قَتَلَslew الفُحولاmighty men
وَسَيفُ جُفونِهِ قَتَلَ الفُحولا
وَصِرتُand I became بِضَعفِهاthrough their weakness الصبَّthe lovesick lover النّحيلاgaunt
وَصِرتُ بِضَعفِها الصبَّ النّحيلا
And the sword of his eyelids slew mighty men.
And the sword of his eyelashes killed the valiant
And through their languor, I became a gaunt, lovesick lover.
And I became with their weakness the pouring rain
أَهيمI wander love-struck صَبابَةًin ardent longing فيin عِشقِpassionate love for حِبِّيmy beloved
أَهيم صَبابَةً في عِشقِ حِبِّي
حَياةthe life of الرّوحِthe soul بَلrather رُوحthe soul of الحَياةِlife
حَياة الرّوحِ بَل رُوح الحَياةِ
I wander, yearning, in love with my beloved,
Roaming madly in love with my beloved
The soul's life—nay, the soul of life.
The life of the soul, nay the soul of life
يَميسُsways gracefully قَوامُهُhis figure مَيسَthe swaying of الغُصونِbranches
يَميسُ قَوامُهُ مَيسَ الغُصونِ
فَزادَso increased عَلىwith تَثنِّيهِhis swaying جُنونيmy madness
فَزادَ عَلى تَثنِّيهِ جُنوني
His figure sways as branches sway.
His stature sways like the swaying branches
So my madness grew with his swaying.
Increasing my madness with his bending
وَأَبدىand he displayed فيin الهَوىlove كلّall الفُنونِthe arts
وَأَبدى في الهَوى كلّ الفُنونِ
أَهيمُI wander love-struck صَبابَةًin ardent longing فيin عِشقِpassionate love for حِبِّيmy beloved
أَهيمُ صَبابَةً في عِشقِ حِبِّي
And he displayed all the arts of love.
And he showed in love all the arts
I wander, yearning, in love with my beloved,
Roaming madly in love with my beloved
حَياةthe life of الرّوحthe soul بَلrather رُوحthe soul of الحَياةِlife
حَياة الرّوح بَل رُوح الحَياةِ
بِصُبحِat the dawn of جَبينِهِhis forehead الوضّاحِradiant نوراwith light
بِصُبحِ جَبينِهِ الوضّاحِ نورا
The soul's life—nay, the soul of life.
The life of the soul, nay the soul of life
At the dawn of his forehead, radiant with light,
With the bright morning of his forehead as light
أَبَتrefused شَمسُthe sun of الضّحىforenoon مِنهُbecause of him الظّهوراto appear
أَبَت شَمسُ الضّحى مِنهُ الظّهورا
وَإِنّand indeed هَواهُlove for him لَوeven if قَصَمَbroke الظّهوراbacks
وَإِنّ هَواهُ لَو قَصَمَ الظّهورا
The forenoon sun refused to appear because of him.
The sun of daybreak refused to rise from it
And even if love for him should break backs,
And his love, if it wished, could break the backbone
أَهيمُI wander love-struck صَبابَةًin ardent longing فيin عِشقِpassionate love for حِبِّيmy beloved
أَهيمُ صَبابَةً في عِشقِ حِبِّي
حَياةthe life of الرّوحِthe soul بَلrather روحthe soul of الحَياةِlife
حَياة الرّوحِ بَل روح الحَياةِ
I wander, yearning, in love with my beloved,
Roaming madly in love with my beloved
The soul's life—nay, the soul of life.
The life of the soul, nay the soul of life
دَعونيleave me فيin هَواهُlove for him أَتيهُI wander lost وَجداin longing
دَعوني في هَواهُ أَتيهُ وَجدا
وَأُفنيand I consume بِالجَوىwith love's anguish قَلباًa heart وَكبداand a liver
وَأُفني بِالجَوى قَلباً وَكبدا
Leave me to wander in love for him, consumed by longing,
Let me go to him in passion and fervor
And consume my heart and liver with love's anguish.
And perish with yearning in heart and liver
فَإِنّيfor indeed I فيin النَّوىseparation لَوeven if مِتُّI died صدّاfrom rejection
فَإِنّي في النَّوى لَو مِتُّ صدّا
أَهيمُI wander love-struck صَبابَةًin ardent longing فيin عِشقِpassionate love for حِبِّيmy beloved
أَهيمُ صَبابَةً في عِشقِ حِبِّي
For even if, in separation, I died of rejection,
For if I die of pining away in purpose
I wander, yearning, in love with my beloved,
Roaming madly in love with my beloved
حَياةthe life of الرّوحِthe soul بَلrather رُوحthe soul of الحَياةِlife
حَياة الرّوحِ بَل رُوح الحَياةِ
لَديَّto me جَفاؤُهُhis coldness لَوeven if مرّbitter حلوُsweet
لَديَّ جَفاؤُهُ لَو مرّ حلوُ
The soul's life—nay, the soul of life.
The life of the soul, nay the soul of life
To me, his coldness is sweet, however bitter.
If his aloofness passed as sweet
فَماfor there is no ليfor me فيin الهَوىlove عَنهُaway from him سُلوُّforgetting
فَما لي في الهَوى عَنهُ سُلوُّ
وَكُنتُand I was بِلاwithout هَوىlove وَالقَلبand the heart خلوُempty
وَكُنتُ بِلا هَوى وَالقَلب خلوُ
For in love I cannot forget him.
Then what do I have in love but him as solace?
And I was without love, and my heart was empty.
And I would be without love and with an empty heart
أَهيمُI wander love-struck صَبابَةًin ardent longing فيin عِشقِpassionate love for حِبِّيmy beloved
أَهيمُ صَبابَةً في عِشقِ حِبِّي
حَياةthe life of الرّوحِthe soul بَلrather روحthe soul of الحَياةِlife
حَياة الرّوحِ بَل روح الحَياةِ
I wander, yearning, in love with my beloved,
Roaming madly in love with my beloved
The soul's life—nay, the soul of life.
The life of the soul, nay the soul of life
فَعُذّاليso, my reproachers اِهلَكواperish غَيظاًin rage وَموتواand die
فَعُذّالي اِهلَكوا غَيظاً وَموتوا
فَإِنّيfor indeed I عِشقpassionate love for حِبِّيmy beloved لاnot أَفوتُI leave behind
فَإِنّي عِشق حِبِّي لا أَفوتُ
So, my reproachers, perish in rage and die!
So my blamers, die of rage and death
For I never leave love for my beloved behind.
For I will not miss the love of my beloved
أَعيشُI live علىby هَواهُlove for him كَذاlikewise أَموتُI die
أَعيشُ على هَواهُ كَذا أَموتُ
أَهيمُI wander love-struck صَبابَةًin ardent longing فيin عِشقِpassionate love for حِبِّيmy beloved
أَهيمُ صَبابَةً في عِشقِ حِبِّي
I live by love for him, and likewise I die.
I live for his love, so too I die
I wander, yearning, in love with my beloved,
Roaming madly in love with my beloved
حَياةthe life of الرّوحِthe soul بَلrather روحthe soul of الحَياةِlife
حَياة الرّوحِ بَل روح الحَياةِ
The soul's life—nay, the soul of life.
The life of the soul, nay the soul of life
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.