وَإِنّيand indeed I لَمُغرىًam surely enamored بِالقَوافيof rhymes وَنَظمِهاand their composition
وَإِنّي لَمُغرىً بِالقَوافي وَنَظمِها
وَيَبلُغُand carries بيme حَدَّthe height of السُرورِjoy بَليغُهاtheir eloquent verse
وَيَبلُغُ بي حَدَّ السُرورِ بَليغُها
And indeed I am enamored of rhymes and their composition.
Allured by rhyme and meter am I,
And their eloquent verse brings me to the height of joy.
Its eloquence brings me joy sublime.
وَأَطيَبُand the sweetest of أَوقاتيmy times مِنَof الدَهرِlife لَيلَةٌa night
وَأَطيَبُ أَوقاتي مِنَ الدَهرِ لَيلَةٌ
تُريغُseek القَوافيthe rhymes خاطِريmy mind وَأَريغُهاand I seek them
تُريغُ القَوافي خاطِري وَأَريغُها
And the sweetest time of my life is a night
The hour I savor most in life
When rhymes seek my mind, and I seek them.
Is when a poem flows from my mind.
فَكَمfor how often بَلَغَتhas carried بيme هِمَّتيmy ambition بُعدَthe remoteness of غايَةٍa goal
فَكَم بَلَغَت بي هِمَّتي بُعدَ غايَةٍ
يَعِزُّis difficult عَلىfor الشَعرىSirius العَبورِthe Crossing Star بُلوغُهاreaching it
يَعِزُّ عَلى الشَعرى العَبورِ بُلوغُها
For how often my ambition has borne me to a far-off goal
My ambition has reached such heights,
That even Sirius, the Crossing Star, would find hard to reach.
Beyond what poets can climb,
فَماfor nothing سَرَّنيhas delighted me إِلّاexcept كَلامٌspeech أَسيغُهُI savor it
فَما سَرَّني إِلّا كَلامٌ أَسيغُهُ
بِمَسمَعِwith an ear واعٍattentive أَوor مَعانٍmeanings أَصوغُهاI fashion them
بِمَسمَعِ واعٍ أَو مَعانٍ أَصوغُها
For nothing has delighted me but words I savor
Only words well-crafted delight me,
With an attentive ear, or meanings I fashion.
Whether heard or formed in my mind.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.