رَقَمَembroidered الغيمُthe cloud عَلَىupon رَدْنِsleeve الصَّبَاthe east wind
رَقَمَ الغيمُ عَلَى رَدْنِ الصَّبَا
بِسَنَاwith the radiance of البَرْقِthe lightning طِرَازاًan embroidered border مُذْهَبَاgilded
بِسَنَا البَرْقِ طِرَازاً مُذْهَبَا
The cloud embroidered upon the east wind's sleeve
The clouds were embroidered on the cheek of the morning breeze
a gilded border with the lightning's radiance.
With lightning flashes of exquisite gold embroidery.
وَانْتَضَىand unsheathed البَدْرُthe full moon حُسَامًاa sword لاَمِعًاgleaming
وَانْتَضَى البَدْرُ حُسَامًا لاَمِعًا
مُذْwhen رَأىsaw اللَّيْلُthe night سَنَاهُits radiance احْتَجَبَاveiled itself
مُذْ رَأى اللَّيْلُ سَنَاهُ احْتَجَبَا
And the full moon unsheathed a gleaming sword;
The full moon unsheathed a gleaming sword
when night saw its radiance, it veiled itself.
When the night saw its blade it hid itself.
وَانْقَضَىand passed الطيْفُthe phantom لِنَحْوِيtoward me مُذْwhen رَأىsaw
وَانْقَضَى الطيْفُ لِنَحْوِي مُذْ رَأى
فَوْقَupon خَدِّيmy cheek الدمعَthe tears أذْكَىkindled لَهَبَاa flame
فَوْقَ خَدِّي الدمعَ أذْكَى لَهَبَا
And the phantom passed my way when it saw
My darling's image came to me, and when
the tears upon my cheek had kindled a flame.
It saw above my cheek a teardrop flare up like fire,
وَرَقَىand ascended الطيْرُthe bird عَلَىonto منبرهits pulpit
وَرَقَى الطيْرُ عَلَى منبره
فَتَشَكَّىthen lamented الوجدَardent longing لَمَّاwhen خَطَبَاpreached
فَتَشَكَّى الوجدَ لَمَّا خَطَبَا
And the bird ascended its pulpit,
It flew to the pulpit of my heart,
then lamented longing as it preached.
And there it moaned, writhing in passion’s agony.
يَاO لَقَوْمِيmy people, to my aid! مَنْwho مُجِيرِيmy protector منfrom رَشًاa young gazelle
يَا لَقَوْمِي مَنْ مُجِيرِي من رَشًا
يَفْتِنُenchants العُجْمَthe non-Arabs وَيَسْبِيand takes captive العَرَبَاthe Arabs
يَفْتِنُ العُجْمَ وَيَسْبِي العَرَبَا
O my people, who will protect me from a young gazelle
O my people! Who will protect me from evil
who enchants non-Arabs and takes Arabs captive?
That seduces the foreigner and makes captive the Arab?
إنْif تَثَنَّىhe sways هَزَّbrandishes رمحًاa spear قدُّهُhis stature
إنْ تَثَنَّى هَزَّ رمحًا قدُّهُ
أوْor رَنَاhe gazes سَلَّunsheathes منfrom اللحظthe glance ظُبَىsword blades
أوْ رَنَا سَلَّ من اللحظ ظُبَى
If he sways, his figure brandishes a spear;
If he inclines his spear, its nobility bows,
or, if he gazes, he draws blades from his glance.
Or casts from his eyelashes a dart, wild cattle stampede.
كَيْفَhow أجْنِيI pluck وردَroses خَدَّيْهِhis two cheeks وَهَاand behold
كَيْفَ أجْنِي وردَ خَدَّيْهِ وَهَا
عقربُa scorpion الصدغِthe temple لِقَلْبِيto my heart لَسَبَاstung
عقربُ الصدغِ لِقَلْبِي لَسَبَا
How can I pluck the roses of his cheeks when, behold,
How can I pluck the rose of his cheek, when
the scorpion of his temple has stung my heart?
The scorpion of his locks stings my heart?
قَمَرٌa moon لاَحَshone لِعَيْنِيto my eye نُورهits light
قَمَرٌ لاَحَ لِعَيْنِي نُوره
وَبِقَلْبِيand in my heart غَابَhid لَمَّاwhen غَربَاset
وَبِقَلْبِي غَابَ لَمَّا غَربَا
A moon—its light shone before my eyes,
The moon of his face shone its light into my eyes,
and hid within my heart when it set.
Then set in my heart when it reached its west.
تُشْرِقُrises الشَّمْسthe sun بِخَدَّيْهِupon his two cheeks إذَاwhen
تُشْرِقُ الشَّمْس بِخَدَّيْهِ إذَا
خَيَّمَpitched a tent الشَّعْرَthe hair وَمَدَّand stretched الطُّنُبَاthe tent ropes
خَيَّمَ الشَّعْرَ وَمَدَّ الطُّنُبَا
The sun rises upon his cheeks when
The sun rises in his cheeks when the hair
his hair pitches its tent and stretches out the tent ropes.
Hangs down and the side curls extend.
وَتَرَىand you see البَدْرَthe full moon عَلَىon غُصْنِa bough النَّقَاthe sand dune
وَتَرَى البَدْرَ عَلَى غُصْنِ النَّقَا
يظهرdisplays الحسنَbeauty وَيُبْدِيand reveals العَجَبَاmarvels
يظهر الحسنَ وَيُبْدِي العَجَبَا
And you see the full moon on the dune's bough,
You see the full moon on the branch of coquetry
displaying beauty and revealing marvels.
Revealing beauty and creating wonder.
ثَغْرهhis mouth المَعْسُولhoneyed فِيهِin it رِيقَةٌa drop of saliva
ثَغْره المَعْسُول فِيهِ رِيقَةٌ
لَيْسَis not إلاَّexcept الرَّاحَwine شَابَmingled with الضَّرَبَاthick white honey
لَيْسَ إلاَّ الرَّاحَ شَابَ الضَّرَبَا
His honeyed mouth holds a drop of saliva
His rosy wet lips where is a spittle
that is nothing but wine mingled with thick white honey.
Like nothing but a gentle breeze that stirred the pools.
رَبِّmy Lord مَاhow أبْدَعَwondrous هَذاَthis الثَّغْرَthe mouth إذْwhen
رَبِّ مَا أبْدَعَ هَذاَ الثَّغْرَ إذْ
أظْهَرَrevealed الدُّرَّpearls لِعَيْنِيto my eye شَنَبَاcool sweetness of teeth
أظْهَرَ الدُّرَّ لِعَيْنِي شَنَبَا
My Lord, how wondrous this mouth is, as
O Lord! How wondrous is the creation of this mouth,
it reveals pearls to my eyes in its cool, sweet teeth!
Which revealed to my eyes a scatter of pearls!
خَبِّرِيهِtell him يَاO نَسِيمَbreeze الرَّوْضِthe garden عَنْabout
خَبِّرِيهِ يَا نَسِيمَ الرَّوْضِ عَنْ
مُدْنَفٍa lovesick man قَدْhas شَفَّwasted away وَجْداًfrom longing وَصَبَاand pined
مُدْنَفٍ قَدْ شَفَّ وَجْداً وَصَبَا
Tell him, O breeze of the garden, of
Tell him, O morning breeze of the garden, about
a lovesick man who has wasted away with longing and pined.
A love-crazed one who raved in passion and wasted away.
إنَّهindeed he فِيin حَرَبٍdespoilment لَكِنَّهbut he
إنَّه فِي حَرَبٍ لَكِنَّه
كَمْhow often يُنَادِيhe cries out فِيin الهَوَىlove وَاحَرَبَاalas, my ruin!
كَمْ يُنَادِي فِي الهَوَى وَاحَرَبَا
He is bereft, yet he
He is at war, but how often in love he cried out
so often cries out in love: 'Alas, my ruin!'
And kindled confusion and ignited flames!
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.