حُجِبُواthey were veiled فَأيَّso which مَدَامِعٍtears لَمْnot تُهْرَقِbe shed
حُجِبُوا فَأيَّ مَدَامِعٍ لَمْ تُهْرَقِ
أسَفاًin grief وَأيَّand which أضَالِعٍribs لَمْnot تُحْرَقِbe scorched
أسَفاً وَأيَّ أضَالِعٍ لَمْ تُحْرَقِ
They were veiled from sight—what tears were not shed
They departed, so what tears were not shed
in grief, and what ribs were not scorched?
In sorrow, and what ribs were not burnt
وَتَرَحَّلَتْand departed عَنْهُمْfrom them رَكَاِئِبُنَاour riding-camels فَهَلْso can
وَتَرَحَّلَتْ عَنْهُمْ رَكَاِئِبُنَا فَهَلْ
لِيfor me بَعْدَafter بُعْدِthe distance of المُلْتَقَىthe meeting-place أنْthat نَلْتَقِيwe may meet
لِي بَعْدَ بُعْدِ المُلْتَقَى أنْ نَلْتَقِي
Our riding-camels departed from them—can
And our litters moved on from them. Is it possible
I meet them again, now that our meeting-place is far away?
For me to meet you again after the far separation?
غَرُبَتْset شُمُوسُهُمُtheir suns وَغَابَand vanished شُعَاعُهَاtheir radiance
غَرُبَتْ شُمُوسُهُمُ وَغَابَ شُعَاعُهَا
بِالأمْسِyesterday عَنْfrom عَيْنِيmy eye كَأنْas though لَمْnot تُشْرِقِrise
بِالأمْسِ عَنْ عَيْنِي كَأنْ لَمْ تُشْرِقِ
Their suns set, and their radiance vanished
Their suns have set, and their rays disappeared
yesterday from my sight, as though they had never risen.
Yesterday from my eyes, as if they never rose
لَوْif ُكُنْتَyou were شَاهِدَنَاour witness وَمَاand what فَعَلَdid الهَوَىlove
لَوْ ُكُنْتَ شَاهِدَنَا وَمَا فَعَلَ الهَوَى
بِقُلُوبِنَاto our hearts لَحَسَدْتَyou would have envied مَنْwhoever لَمْnot يَعْشَقِfall in love
بِقُلُوبِنَا لَحَسَدْتَ مَنْ لَمْ يَعْشَقِ
Had you witnessed us and what love did
If you had witnessed what passion did
to our hearts, you would have envied those who never loved.
To our hearts, you would have envied those who never loved
وَرَحِمْتَand you would have pitied صَبَّاa lovesick man قَدْalready بَكَىwept لِبُكَائِهِat his weeping
وَرَحِمْتَ صَبَّا قَدْ بَكَى لِبُكَائِهِ
جَفْنُthe eyelid of الغمَامِthe cloud بِدَمْعِهِwith its tears المُتَدَفقِstreaming
جَفْنُ الغمَامِ بِدَمْعِهِ المُتَدَفقِ
And you would have pitied a lovesick man, at whose weeping
And you would have pitied Saba when he wept, for his tears
the cloud's eyelid wept with its streaming tears.
Made the eyelids of the clouds flow with pouring rain
غَفَلَgrew heedless الرَّقِيبُthe watcher وَسَاعَدَتْنَاand helped us خلوَةٌseclusion
غَفَلَ الرَّقِيبُ وَسَاعَدَتْنَا خلوَةٌ
فِيin بَثّpouring out وجدٍpassion وَاجْتِلاَبِand arousing تَشَوُّقِlonging
فِي بَثّ وجدٍ وَاجْتِلاَبِ تَشَوُّقِ
The watcher grew heedless, and seclusion helped us
The watcher was absent, and we were afforded intimacy
pour out passion and arouse longing.
In expressing passion, yearning, and growing attachment
فَتَصَعَّدَتْso rose زَفَرَاتُهَاher sighs ثُمَّthen انْبَرَتْshe began
فَتَصَعَّدَتْ زَفَرَاتُهَا ثُمَّ انْبَرَتْ
تَشْكُوshe laments النوَىseparation بِتَحَرُّقٍwith burning longing وَتَعَلُّقِand attachment
تَشْكُو النوَى بِتَحَرُّقٍ وَتَعَلُّقِ
So her sighs rose, and then she began
Her sighs rose up, and then she spoke plainly,
to lament separation with burning longing and devotion.
Complaining of distance with burning and clinging
وَدَّعْتُهَاI bade her farewell والبينُwhile separation أوْدَعَconsigned مُهْجّتِيmy heart
وَدَّعْتُهَا والبينُ أوْدَعَ مُهْجّتِي
لِزَفِيرِto the sighs of أشْوَاقٍlonging وَوَجْدٍand passion مُحْرِقِburning
لِزَفِيرِ أشْوَاقٍ وَوَجْدٍ مُحْرِقِ
I bade her farewell, and separation consigned my heart
I bade her farewell, and separation lodged agony
to sighs of yearning and searing passion.
In my innermost heart, with burning passion and devotion
ثُمَّthen انْثَنَيْتُI turned away وَمُهْجَتِيand my heart فيin أسْرِهَاher thrall
ثُمَّ انْثَنَيْتُ وَمُهْجَتِي في أسْرِهَا
حَكَمَruled الغرَامُpassionate love بِأنَّهَاthat it لَمْnot تُعْتَقِbe freed
حَكَمَ الغرَامُ بِأنَّهَا لَمْ تُعْتَقِ
Then I turned away, my heart in her thrall;
Then I resigned, and my heart was still enthralled by her
love ruled that it had not been set free.
Imprisoned by love, unable to be freed
سَقْيًاrain's blessing لهَاتيكَupon those اللُّيَيْلآتِlittle nights الَّتيthat
سَقْيًا لهَاتيكَ اللُّيَيْلآتِ الَّتي
غُنمَتْwere won عَلَىdespite غيظthe anger of العَدُوّthe enemy الأحْمَقِfoolish
غُنمَتْ عَلَى غيظ العَدُوّ الأحْمَقِ
May rain bless those little nights that
A gift for those nights that were gained
were won despite the foolish enemy's spite,
In spite of the anger of the foolish enemy
حَيْثُwhere الحمَىthe sanctuary رَفَّتْfluttered حَوَاشيthe fringes of بُرْدِهِits mantle
حَيْثُ الحمَى رَفَّتْ حَوَاشي بُرْدِهِ
للِنَّاظِرِfor the beholder المُتَوَسمِdiscerning المُتَأنقِbeauty-loving
للِنَّاظِرِ المُتَوَسمِ المُتَأنقِ
where the sanctuary's mantle fluttered at its fringes
Where passions were lifted, and its coolness
for the discerning, beauty-loving beholder.
Spread for the admiring, gentle observer
وَالرَّوْضُand the garden بَيْنَbetween مُتَوَّجٍcrowned وَمُشَنَّفٍand adorned with earrings
وَالرَّوْضُ بَيْنَ مُتَوَّجٍ وَمُشَنَّفٍ
وَالغُصْنُand the bough بَيْنَbetween مُمَنْطَقٍgirdled وَمُقَرْطَقِand tunic-clad
وَالغُصْنُ بَيْنَ مُمَنْطَقٍ وَمُقَرْطَقِ
And the garden was variously crowned and adorned with earrings,
The garden amidst arched bows and trellises
and the bough variously girdled and tunic-clad;
The branch amidst winding and fluttering
وَالنَّهْرُand the river بَيْنَbetween مُدَعَّجٍdark-eyed وَمُزَرَّدٍand mail-clad
وَالنَّهْرُ بَيْنَ مُدَعَّجٍ وَمُزَرَّدٍ
وَالزَّهْرُand the blossoms بَيْنَbetween مُؤَنَّقٍbeautified وَمُنَمَّقِand embellished
وَالزَّهْرُ بَيْنَ مُؤَنَّقٍ وَمُنَمَّقِ
and the river variously dark-eyed and clad in mail,
The river amidst winding and brilliance
and the blossoms variously beautified and embellished;
The flowers amidst delicacy and vividness
وَالكَأسُand the cup بَيْنَbetween مُفَضَّضٍsilvered وَمُذَهَّبٍand gilded
وَالكَأسُ بَيْنَ مُفَضَّضٍ وَمُذَهَّبٍ
وَالخَمْرُand the wine بَيْنَbetween مُجَدَّدٍfreshly made وَمُعَتَّقِand aged
وَالخَمْرُ بَيْنَ مُجَدَّدٍ وَمُعَتَّقِ
and the cup variously silvered and gilded,
The goblet amidst etching and gilding
and the wine variously fresh and aged.
The wine amidst renewal and clarifying
يَاكَمْoh, how often قَضَيْتُI fulfilled بِدَهْمِهَاin their blackness وَطَراًa desire إلَىuntil
يَاكَمْ قَضَيْتُ بِدَهْمِهَا وَطَراً إلَى
أنْthat لاَحَappeared أشْهَبُthe gray steed of صُبْحِهَاtheir dawn فِيin المَشْرِقِthe east
أنْ لاَحَ أشْهَبُ صُبْحِهَا فِي المَشْرِقِ
Oh, how often I fulfilled a desire in their blackness, until
How often I spent the night intoxicated until
the gray steed of their dawn appeared in the east!
The grey dawn rose in the east
وَقَطَعْتُand I crossed بَحْرَthe sea of دُجَائِهَاtheir darkness وَهِلاَلُهَاand their crescent
وَقَطَعْتُ بَحْرَ دُجَائِهَا وَهِلاَلُهَا
مَاlocative particle بَيْنَamong فُلْكِthe ships of نُجُومِهَاtheir stars كَالزَّوْرَقِlike a skiff
مَا بَيْنَ فُلْكِ نُجُومِهَا كَالزَّوْرَقِ
And I crossed the sea of their darkness, while their crescent
And I crossed the sea of its darkness and crescent
was like a skiff amid the ships of their stars.
Amidst the boats of its stars like a skiff
آهٍah! لَهَاfor them وَلَّتْthey passed away وَأوْلَتْand consigned مُهْجَتِيmy heart
آهٍ لَهَا وَلَّتْ وَأوْلَتْ مُهْجَتِي
لِسَعِيرِto a blaze of إحْرَاقٍburning وَدمْعand tears مُغْرِقِthat drown
لِسَعِيرِ إحْرَاقٍ وَدمْع مُغْرِقِ
Ah for them! They passed, consigning my heart
Oh woe, it turned and left my innermost heart
to a scorching blaze and tears that drown.
To the flame of burning and drowning tears
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.