قَدalready مَسَّtouched فُروعكَyour tresses الحَواليgrown for a year التُرباthe dust
قَد مَسَّ فُروعكَ الحَوالي التُربا
لِمwhy تَفرُشُهاyou spread them out مَدىthroughout اللَياليthe nights التُرباthe dust
لِم تَفرُشُها مَدى اللَيالي التُربا
Your long-grown tresses have already touched the dust.
The surrounding skies have touched your branches
Why do you lay them in the dust throughout the nights?
Why did you spread them throughout the nights, O soil?
جَرَّرتَyou dragged عَلىon الأَرضِthe ground قُروناًbraids سُحماًjet-black
جَرَّرتَ عَلى الأَرضِ قُروناً سُحماً
تَحثوyou scatter فيinto أَوجهthe faces الغَواليthe rich perfumes التُرباthe dust
تَحثو في أَوجه الغَوالي التُربا
You have dragged jet-black braids along the ground,
You have dragged across the ground, somber horns
casting dust into the faces of rich perfumes.
Stirring the faces of the pining winds, O soil
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.