ياO! للهوىfor love مَنwho لِصَبٍّfor a lovesick man لَمdid not يَنَلattain أَرَباa desire
يا للهوى مَن لِصَبٍّ لَم يَنَل أَرَبا
عانيcaptive of المهاthe oryxes مستهلّshedding الدَمعtears هامرُهpouring them forth
عاني المها مستهلّ الدَمع هامرُه
Alas for love! Who will aid a lovesick man who has not attained his desire?
O love, for one smitten with passion unquenched,
The oryxes' captive, his tears streaming in torrents,
Who suffers longings, his tears freely pouring,
باديshowing الضَنىwasting illness ذوpossessed of غَرامpassion سامهُafflicted him with شَجَناsorrow
بادي الضَنى ذو غَرام سامهُ شَجَنا
يَهوىhe loves الظِباthe gazelles وَهوىand love of الآرامthe white gazelles قاهرُهoverpowering him
يَهوى الظِبا وَهوى الآرام قاهرُه
His wasting plain to see, with a passion that has afflicted him with sorrow.
Grief plain in his mien, his affection so staunch,
He loves the gazelles, and love of the white gazelles overpowers him.
Pining for roebuck and hill-deer adoring;
وَيحwoe to العِداthe foes وَاللَواحيand the reproachers حَمّلتهburdened him عَناhardship
وَيح العِدا وَاللَواحي حَمّلته عَنا
جَمرembers الأَسىof sorrow لَمhas not يَزَلceased دَوماًalways يُساهرُهkeeps vigil with him
جَمر الأَسى لَم يَزَل دَوماً يُساهرُه
Woe to the foes and reproachers: they have burdened him with hardship.
Harsh censors attack him with venom and punch,
The embers of sorrow never cease to keep vigil with him.
Embers of anguish cease not to be scorching;
ماذاwhat حَوىhas gained وَيحalas for قَلبيmy heart ظَلَّremained مُرتَهناheld in pledge
ماذا حَوى وَيح قَلبي ظَلَّ مُرتَهنا
يَرجوit hopes for اللقاa meeting وَالظباand the gazelles تيهاhaughtily تُغادرُهabandon it
يَرجو اللقا وَالظبا تيها تُغادرُه
What has it gained? Alas, my heart remains held hostage,
What rails at my heart that is held in its clutch,
Hoping for a meeting, while the gazelles haughtily abandon it.
Yearning for meeting while shunning its fording?
كَمhow many مِنof رَشاa fawn وَغَزالand a gazelle هَزَّswayed قَدّa figure قَناlances
كَم مِن رَشا وَغَزال هَزَّ قَدّ قَنا
إِذاwhen رَناhe gazed فتنَbewitched الأَلبابminds ناظرُهhis eye
إِذا رَنا فتنَ الأَلباب ناظرُه
Many a fawn and gazelle has swayed a lance-like figure;
What fair one has bent the slim waist in its notch,
When he gazes, his eye bewitches minds.
Should he grace us, his looks leave all thoughts swording?
نَجمٌa star هَوىdescended بِأَبيwith my father as ransom مِنهُfrom him بَديعwondrous سَناradiance
نَجمٌ هَوى بِأَبي مِنهُ بَديع سَنا
تَحتbeneath الدُجىnight's darkness قَمرa moon تَزهوshine مَظاهرُهhis features
تَحت الدُجى قَمر تَزهو مَظاهرُه
A star has descended—may my father be ransom for the wondrous radiance he sheds!
A star passion-struck for a beauty sans botch,
Beneath night's darkness, a moon whose features shine.
The moon under gloom, all her aspects according;
ذاكيintense الشَذاfragrance خَدّهُhis cheek الوَرديّrose-colored طابwas sweet جَنىgathered fruit
ذاكي الشَذا خَدّهُ الوَرديّ طاب جَنى
بَينamong المَلاthe people جلّwas exalted عَنbeyond رَيبdoubt يُجاورُهcomes near him
بَين المَلا جلّ عَن رَيب يُجاورُه
Rich in fragrance, his rosy cheek is sweet fruit for the plucking.
That witty fawn, cheek as rosebud encroached,
Among the people, he is too exalted for doubt to draw near him.
‘Mid the throng without sin, next this idol warding;
ياAh! طالَماhow often صُنتI guarded عَمَّنfrom whoever لامَنيreproached me أذناan ear
يا طالَما صُنت عَمَّن لامَني أذنا
رُمتI sought القلىhatred رَيثَماwhile أنيthat I أحاذرُهI dread it
رُمت القلى رَيثَما أني أحاذرُه
Ah, how often I have shielded my ear from whoever reproached me!
O oft have I bridled hearing whoever would blotch
I sought to hate him, even as I dreaded it.
My name, so I spurn all such ears on according.
هَلis there? مِنany لحاreproach وَمدامand the wine الثَغرof the lips كَأسa cup هَناbliss
هَل مِن لحا وَمدام الثَغر كَأس هَنا
ياO ذاpossessor of النُهىreason أترىdo you see? نِدّاًan equal يناظرُهrivals him
يا ذا النُهى أترى نِدّاً يناظرُه
Is there any reproach, when the wine of the lips is a cup of bliss?
In this haunt, is wine found in a cup within reach?
O man of reason, do you see an equal who rivals him?
Seest a boon companion vis-à-vis boarding?
ماnot إِنemphatic particle أَرىI see غَيرother than ماwhat أملتI hoped for فيهِin him مُنىwishes
ما إِن أَرى غَير ما أملت فيهِ مُنى
إِلّاexcept النَدىgenerosity وَأَمينand the faithful guardian المَجدof glory ناشرُهits spreader
إِلّا النَدى وَأَمين المَجد ناشرُه
I see nothing beyond the wishes I have cherished in him,
I see not but what I have hoped I beseech,
Save generosity—and glory's faithful guardian spreads it.
Saving honor and fame being bruited recording.
بَدرfull moon التُقىof piety مَنhe who إِذاwhen أَتلوI recite لَديهِin his presence ثَناpraise
بَدر التُقى مَن إِذا أَتلو لَديهِ ثَنا
ساميlofty الذرىthe summits رَتّلتintoned مَدحيmy tribute مآثرُهhis noble deeds
سامي الذرى رَتّلت مَدحي مآثرُه
Piety's full moon: when I recite praise before him,
Full moon of piety, when my rhymes I attach,
Lofty of summit, his noble deeds intone my tribute.
Extolling his exploits, his glories awarding,
وافيabundant السخاin generosity أَريحيّlarge-hearted كَمhow many حَباbestowed منناfavors
وافي السخا أَريحيّ كَم حَبا مننا
سَحّpouring forth العطاgifts مِنfrom نَدىًgenerosity جادَتwere lavish بواكرُهits first offerings
سَحّ العطا مِن نَدىً جادَت بواكرُه
Abundant in generosity, large-hearted—how many favors he has bestowed!
Free-handed magnanimous one who would snatch
His gifts pour forth from bounty whose first offerings were lavish.
From Want’s claw the rapture its onset retarding!
شَهمٌa gallant man سَماrose high كُلّevery مَعنىquality حازَهُhe gained it حسناbeautiful
شَهمٌ سَما كُلّ مَعنى حازَهُ حسنا
حَتّىuntil رَقىascended عِندَماwhen باهَتvied in glory مفاخرُهhis proud achievements
حَتّى رَقى عِندَما باهَت مفاخرُه
A gallant man risen high; every quality he gained was beautiful,
Valiant soul writ each sense and all nuances cache,
Until he ascended, when his proud achievements vied in glory.
Till he climbed where his feats paled by his towering;
لاnot يختشىis feared فَهوَfor he is غَيثrain البرِّof kindness إِنif هتناpoured down
لا يختشى فَهوَ غَيث البرِّ إِن هتنا
إِذاwhen سَطاhe attacked لِمَعتflashed بِطشاًwith might بواترُهhis cleaving swords
إِذا سَطا لِمَعت بِطشاً بواترُه
He is not to be feared, for he is the rain of kindness when it pours.
No dread mars for he’s rain of grace should we catch
When he attacks, his cleaving swords flash with might.
Distress, by his might life-breath freely is stored.
نالَattained المُنىthe wishes لاmay he not اِنبَرىwaste away يَلقىhe finds هَناbliss وَمُنىand wishes
نالَ المُنى لا اِنبَرى يَلقى هَنا وَمُنى
حَتّىuntil حَوىgained ظافِراًtriumphant فيماin whatever يبادرُهhe hastens to undertake it
حَتّى حَوى ظافِراً فيما يبادرُه
He attained his wishes—may he never waste away!—finding bliss and fulfilled hopes,
He attained his hopes nor shrinks what comes to snatch,
Until he won, triumphant in whatever he hastens to undertake.
Till he grasped in his victories sought unfording.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.