عَذِيريَmy defender مِنagainst جَذلانَa merry one يُبديdisplays كَآبَةًsorrow
عَذِيريَ مِن جَذلانَ يُبدي كَآبَةً
وَأَضلُعُهُand his ribs مِمّاof what يُحاوِلُهُhe attempts it صِفرُempty
وَأَضلُعُهُ مِمّا يُحاوِلُهُ صِفرُ
Who will defend me against a merry youth displaying sorrow,
My companion from Jadhalan shows sadness
though his ribs are empty of what he tries to portray?
And his ribs are yellow from what he is attempting
أُمَيلدُa tender, supple youth مَيّاسٌswaying gracefully إِذاwhen قادَهُled him الصَباthe east wind
أُمَيلدُ مَيّاسٌ إِذا قادَهُ الصَبا
إِلىto مُلَحِthe delights of الإِدلالِcoquetry أَيَّدَهُaided him السِحرُenchantment
إِلى مُلَحِ الإِدلالِ أَيَّدَهُ السِحرُ
A tender, swaying youth—when the east wind leads him
A gentle palm tree leaning when the breeze leads it
to the delights of coquetry, enchantment comes to his aid.
To the sweetness of pampering, magic supports it
يَبُلُّmoistens مَآقيthe inner eye-corners of زَهرَتَيهِhis two blossoms بِريقِهِwith his spittle
يَبُلُّ مَآقي زَهرَتَيهِ بِريقِهِ
وَيَحكيand imitates البُكاweeping عَمداًdeliberately كَماjust as اِبتَسَمَsmiled الزَهرُthe blossoms
وَيَحكي البُكا عَمداً كَما اِبتَسَمَ الزَهرُ
He moistens the inner corners of his two blossoms with his spittle,
It wets the cups of its flowers with its nectar
and deliberately mimics weeping, just as blossoms smile.
And narrates weeping intentionally as the flowers smiled
أَيوهِمُdoes he make one believe? أَنَّthat الدَمعَtears بَلَّwetted جُفونَهُhis eyelids
أَيوهِمُ أَنَّ الدَمعَ بَلَّ جُفونَهُ
وَهَلand has ...? عُصِرَتbeen pressed يَوماًever مِنَfrom النَرجِسِthe narcissus الخَمرُwine
وَهَل عُصِرَت يَوماً مِنَ النَرجِسِ الخَمرُ
Would he have us believe that tears have wet his eyelids?
Does it pretend that tears wet its eyelids?
And has wine ever been pressed from narcissi?
Has wine ever been extracted from the narcissus flower?
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.