النارُthe fire تُضرَمُis kindled فيin رفاتِremains الأسئلةْthe questions
النارُ تُضرَمُ في رفاتِ الأسئلةْ
لدخانهاfor its smoke سمرٌnight-time talk يثيرstirs الأخيلَـةْimaginings
لدخانها سمرٌ يثير الأخيلَـةْ
The fire is kindled in the remains of the questions.
The fire is lit in the ashes of questions
Its smoke has night-time talk that stirs imaginings.
Its smoke stirs memories
وحناجرand the throats النسيانof oblivion بثتsent forth وصلـهاtheir communion
وحناجر النسيان بثت وصلـها
نغمًاa melody هناhere مسترسلًاfreely flowing ماhow أجملَهْbeautiful it is!
نغمًا هنا مسترسلًا ما أجملَهْ!
And oblivion's throats sent forth their communion,
And the throats of forgetfulness recited its connection
a freely flowing melody here—how beautiful it is!
A melody, so beautiful, flowing freely here!
وأناand I التيwho أدنتbrought close فواصلthe pauses حرفهاof her writing
وأنا التي أدنت فواصل حرفها
بينيbetween me وبينand between البحرthe sea فلْكٌa vessel مرسلَةْsent forth
بيني وبين البحر فلْكٌ مرسلَةْ
And I am she who brought her writing's pauses close;
And I who brought its words closer together
between me and the sea is a vessel sent forth.
Between me and the sea, a boat set loose
جنّيتيmy female genie زرقاءَblue فيin أقداحـــهاher goblets
جنّيتي زرقاءَ في أقداحـــها
سُكِبَwas poured المدادthe ink علىonto سطورٍlines مُهْمَلَةْneglected
سُكِبَ المداد على سطورٍ مُهْمَلَةْ
My genie is blue in her goblets;
My little blue notebook, in its goblets
the ink was poured onto neglected lines.
Ink was poured over neglected lines
لغةُthe language الكلامِof speech تواترتcame in succession آلاؤهاits blessings
لغةُ الكلامِ تواترت آلاؤها
وتناثرتand scattered فوقover الشفاهِthe lips مُبلِّلَةْmoistening
وتناثرت فوق الشفاهِ مُبلِّلَةْ
The language of speech—its blessings came in succession,
The language of speech, its favors came in succession
and scattered over the lips, moistening them.
And scattered above moistened lips
شفقٌa twilight glow منfrom الوجدِthe passion الذيthat أهملتُهُI neglected it
شفقٌ من الوجدِ الذي أهملتُهُ
عبثًاin vain يُلمِّحُhints والحيــاةُwhile life مُعطَّلـــةْat a standstill
عبثًا يُلمِّحُ والحيــاةُ مُعطَّلـــةْ
A twilight glow from the passion I neglected
A twilight of passion I had neglected
hints in vain, while life is at a standstill.
Hints in vain, while life is stalled
عذرًاpardon me (شكسبيرShakespeare)احتمالكbearing with you لمnot يعدis any longer
عذرًا (شكسبير)احتمالك لم يعد
رمقًاa flicker of life إذاwhen جفّتْhave dried up عروقthe veins (المسألةْof the question)!
رمقًا إذا جفّتْ عروق (المسألةْ)!
Pardon me, Shakespeare—bearing with you is no longer
Excuse me (Shakespeare), your endurance no longer
a flicker of life when the question's veins have dried up!
Had vigor when the veins (of questions) dried up!
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.