كَيفَhow السَبيلُthe way إِلىto الَّتيthe one who هِيَshe جَنَّةٌa paradise
كَيفَ السَبيلُ إِلى الَّتي هِيَ جَنَّةٌ
مِنfrom دونِهاbefore her نارٌa fire مِنَof الرُقَباءِthe watchers
مِن دونِها نارٌ مِنَ الرُقَباءِ
How can one reach her who is a paradise,
How to reach she who is a paradise
with a fire of watchers barring the way?
Without her, fire from tyrants
هَيفاءُslender-waisted طَرَّتهاher forelock وَنورُand the light جَبينِهاof her brow
هَيفاءُ طَرَّتها وَنورُ جَبينِها
كَصِقالِlike the polished gleam of بَدرٍa full moon فيin صَدىthe rust of ظَلماءِa dark night
كَصِقالِ بَدرٍ في صَدى ظَلماءِ
She is slender-waisted; her forelock and her brow’s light
Her graceful figure and shining brow
are like a full moon’s polished gleam amid the rust of a dark night.
Like the full moon in the dark of night
وَكَأَنَّand as though سالِفَهاher side-lock طِرازٌembroidery أَسوَدٌblack
وَكَأَنَّ سالِفَها طِرازٌ أَسوَدٌ
قَدindeed لااحَappeared فيin ديباجَةٍbrocade حَمراءِred
قَد لااحَ في ديباجَةٍ حَمراءِ
And her side-lock is like black embroidery
As if her long dark tresses
that has appeared upon red brocade.
Gleam on a red brocade
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.