مَهماhowever much نَمَتgrew مناof ours الجُسُومُthe bodies وأَخصَبَتand flourished
مَهما نَمَت منا الجُسُومُ وأَخصَبَت
جَفَّتdried up مَنابِتُseedbeds رُوحِناour spirit وتَلاشَتِand vanished
جَفَّت مَنابِتُ رُوحِنا وتَلاشَتِ
However much our bodies grow and flourish,
No matter how our bodies flourish and thrive
The seedbeds of our spirit dry up and vanish.
The springs of our soul have withered and died
واذاand when أَمَتناwe put to death النَفسَthe soul نُحيِهاwe revive it فواso, oh
واذا أَمَتنا النَفسَ نُحيِها فوا
عجباًwhat a wonder لنفسٍat a soul بالإِماتةِby being put to death عاشتِlived
عجباً لنفسٍ بالإِماتةِ عاشتِ
And when we put the soul to death, we revive it—oh,
And when the soul leaves, bid it adieu
what a wonder—a soul that lived by being put to death!
How strange is a soul that lives by its death anew
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.