أيُّهاO you المُزْجِيthe one driving onward مِطيَّتَهhis mount
أيُّها المُزْجِي مِطيَّتَه
إذwhen حداهspurred him onward الشوقlonging والذِكَرُand memories
إذ حداه الشوق والذِكَرُ
O you who urge your mount onward,
O you who urges on his mount
When longing and memories spurred you
When longing and remembering impel him
نحوtoward بغدادBaghdad يؤرِّقهkeeps him sleepless
نحو بغداد يؤرِّقه
دُلَجُnight journeys التَّرْحالof travel والبُكَرand early-morning journeys
دُلَجُ التَّرْحال والبُكَر
Toward Baghdad, kept sleepless
Towards Baghdad, keeping him awake
By journeys through the night and at dawn,
The night journey and the first light of dawn
عُجْturn aside علىto ماءwater الفُرَاتthe Euphrates وقِفand stop
عُجْ على ماء الفُرَات وقِف
كوقوفlike the standing of الصبّthe lovesick man يعتِذرapologizes
كوقوف الصبّ يعتِذر
Turn aside to the Euphrates' waters and stop,
Stop by the Euphrates’ water and pause
As a lovesick man stands, apologizing
Like the stopping of a youth making excuses
عنon behalf of مَشُوقone filled with longing نحوَهtoward it قِلقٍrestless
عن مَشُوق نحوَه قِلقٍ
مالهhe has no عنfrom ذكرهremembering it صَدَرturning away
ماله عن ذكره صَدَر
For one restless with longing for it,
For one to whom he longs
Who never turns away from remembering it.
With no patience for remembering him
فهُنَاكfor there الدهرtime مقتبِلٌin its youthful prime
فهُنَاك الدهر مقتبِلٌ
والصِباand youth ريَّانُlush with moisture ينعصِرyields its juice
والصِبا ريَّانُ ينعصِر
For there, time is young,
For there time lies in wait
And youth is lush, yielding its juice.
And youth flows pressing the wine
ياO رُباhills القاطولal-Qatul لاmay not بعُدتْgo far away
يا رُبا القاطول لا بعُدتْ
عنكِfrom you بيwith me الأيامُthe days والقَدَرand fate
عنكِ بي الأيامُ والقَدَر
O hills of al-Qatul, may they never bear me far
O dweller in al-Qatul, no distance
From you—the days and fate.
Of days and fate has come between us
كلُّall ماthat which فيin النفسthe soul منof أملhope
كلُّ ما في النفس من أمل
لكِfor you أطويهI fold it away وأدَّخِرand I store up
لكِ أطويه وأدَّخِر
Every hope within my soul
All the hope in my soul
I fold away for you and keep in store.
I fold for you and store away
وقريباًand soon قدmay يزورُكِvisit you بيbringing me along
وقريباً قد يزورُكِ بي
ظفرٌa triumph ماno مثلُهlike it ظفرtriumph
ظفرٌ ما مثلُه ظفر
And soon you may be visited, with me brought along,
And soon triumph may visit you from me
By a triumph no other triumph can match.
A triumph the like of which was never seen
ثمthen يصفوbecomes unclouded فيin ذرَاكِyour heights لناfor us
ثم يصفو في ذرَاكِ لنا
طِيبُsweetness عيشٍlife ماnot بهin it كَدَرtrouble
طِيبُ عيشٍ ما به كَدَر
Then, among your heights, we shall find unclouded
Then in your presence will clear for us
The sweetness of life, without a trace of trouble.
A good life without bitterness
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.