رُبَّmany a بَدْرfull moon ضَمَمْتُI embraced بَانَةَbān tree قَدّهْhis stature
رُبَّ بَدْر ضَمَمْتُ بَانَةَ قَدّهْ
وَغَزَالand a gazelle لَثَمْتُI kissed وَرْدَةَrose خَدّهْhis cheek
وَغَزَال لَثَمْتُ وَرْدَةَ خَدّهْ
Many a full moon whose bān-tree stature I embraced,
Many a full moon I embraced slender of waist,
And many a gazelle whose cheek's rose I kissed,
And kissed a gazelle with cheeks of rose so chaste,
وَرِيَاضand gardens جَلَيْتُI dispelled فِيهَاin them هُمُومِيmy cares
وَرِيَاض جَلَيْتُ فِيهَا هُمُومِي
وَسُرُورand joy سُقِيتُI was given to drink صَافِيَpure وِدّهْhis love
وَسُرُور سُقِيتُ صَافِيَ وِدّهْ
And many a garden where I dispelled my cares,
In meadows I dispelled my cares and sadness,
And many a joy, as I was given his pure love to drink,
And joy I drank from the pure spring of friendship graced.
وَزَمَانand a time قَطَعْتُI spent فِيهِin it وِصَالاًunion
وَزَمَان قَطَعْتُ فِيهِ وِصَالاً
بِحَبِيبwith a beloved حَلَلْتُI untied عُقْدَةَthe knot of بَنْدِهْhis girdle
بِحَبِيب حَلَلْتُ عُقْدَةَ بَنْدِهْ
And many a time I spent in union
A time when love unbroken I was blessed to taste,
With a beloved whose girdle-knot I untied.
With one whose knot of curls my hand fondly traced.
بِأبِيwith my father as ransom ألْعَسَdusky المَرَاشِفِthe lips ألْمَىdark-lipped
بِأبِي ألْعَسَ المَرَاشِفِ ألْمَى
جَرَّعَhe made someone drink الصَّبَّthe lovelorn مِنْof مَرَارَةthe bitterness of صَدّهْhis rejection
جَرَّعَ الصَّبَّ مِنْ مَرَارَة صَدّهْ
My father be his ransom—dusky of lips, dark-lipped—
My father! The cushions' pain he bore in silence,
He made the lovelorn drink of the bitterness of his rejection.
And sipped the bitter cup unveiled by fate morose,
أسْبَلَhe let fall الشَّعْرَthe hair وَانْثَنَىand turned فَتَثَنَّىthen swayed
أسْبَلَ الشَّعْرَ وَانْثَنَى فَتَثَنَّى
كَقَضِيبlike a slender branch يَجُرُّhe trails فَاضِلَthe excess of بُرْدِهْhis mantle
كَقَضِيب يَجُرُّ فَاضِلَ بُرْدِهْ
He let his hair fall and turned, then swayed,
His hair turned white, his form bent low in cadence,
Like a slender branch trailing his mantle's excess length.
Like rod weighed down by coat of mail threadbare from blows.
مَدَّhe extended صُدْغاًa temple-lock عَلَىover الخُدُودِthe cheeks فَأوْدَىand so destroyed
مَدَّ صُدْغاً عَلَى الخُدُودِ فَأوْدَى
مُهْجَتِيmy soul وَالْحَشَاand the heart بِأرَقَمِwith the speckled serpent of جَعْدِهْhis curls
مُهْجَتِي وَالْحَشَا بِأرَقَمِ جَعْدِهْ
He stretched a temple-lock across his cheeks, and destroyed
His cheeks he cast on dusty cheeks conferring,
My soul and heart with the speckled serpent of his curls.
My soul and senses in confusion he did toss.
وَنَضَاand unsheathed اللَّحْظَthe glance فِيin الجُفُونِthe eyelids حُسَاماًa sharp sword
وَنَضَا اللَّحْظَ فِي الجُفُونِ حُسَاماً
جَازَpassed فِيin الحَدّsharpness عَنْbeyond نِهَايَةِthe utmost limit of حَدّهْits edge
جَازَ فِي الحَدّ عَنْ نِهَايَةِ حَدّهْ
And within his eyelids unsheathed his glance as a sword
In his eyelids slumbered swords as thunder stirring,
That went, in sharpness, beyond the utmost limit of its edge.
And lightning in his glance flashed bright beyond all bounds.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.