مِنthrough لطفكَyour kindness هَمَّwas intent شَملُthe gathered whole حُزنيmy sorrow بِشَتاتon dispersal
مِن لطفكَ هَمَّ شَملُ حُزني بِشَتات
مَعwith عَطفِكَyour tenderness لَمnot يُخشَwas feared عَلىfor العُمرِlife فَواتloss
مَع عَطفِكَ لَم يُخشَ عَلى العُمرِ فَوات
Through your kindness, my gathered sorrow was about to scatter.
Through your kindness my scattered sorrows are brought together
With your tenderness, there was no fear of life slipping away.
With your affection, my life's passing is no longer feared
مِنfrom بابِكَyour door لَوif ذَرَّscattered نَسيمٌa breeze تُرباًdust
مِن بابِكَ لَو ذَرَّ نَسيمٌ تُرباً
فيinto نارِthe fire of جَهَنَّمHell اِنثَنَتit became ماءَthe water of حَياةlife
في نارِ جَهَنَّم اِنثَنَت ماءَ حَياة
If a breeze from your door were to scatter dust
Were a breeze to blow from your door, even in Hellfire
into Hell’s fire, that fire would become the water of life.
It would create the water of life within the flames
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.