طَرَقَcame by night الخَيالُthe apparition المُعتَريthe visiting one
طَرَقَ الخَيالُ المُعتَري
وَهناًlate at night وِسادَthe pillow of العاشِقِthe lover
وَهناً وِسادَ العاشِقِ
The haunting vision came by night
The imagination of the lover struck
At a late hour, to the lover's pillow.
And weakness overcame the lover
طَيفٌa phantom أَلَمَّvisited briefly فَشاقَنيthen made me yearn
طَيفٌ أَلَمَّ فَشاقَني
لِلخَودِfor the young beauty أُمِّUmm (mother of) مُساحِقِMusāḥiq
لِلخَودِ أُمِّ مُساحِقِ
A phantom visited and made me yearn
An apparition pained me and cracked me
For the young beauty, Umm Musāḥiq.
For the cheek of the mother of the crushed
تَفتَرُّshe parts her lips in a smile عَنto reveal عَذبٍa sweet mouth وَذيand possessing
تَفتَرُّ عَن عَذبٍ وَذي
أُشرٍfine tooth-edge serrations لِقَلبِكَto your heart شائِقِenticing
أُشرٍ لِقَلبِكَ شائِقِ
She smiles, revealing a sweet mouth with
It flows with sweetness and harm
Fine-serrated teeth, captivating your heart.
To your eager heart
كَالأُقحُوانِlike the daisy مَراتُهُits appearance
كَالأُقحُوانِ مَراتُهُ
وَمَذاقُهُand its taste لِلذائِقِto the taster
وَمَذاقُهُ لِلذائِقِ
Its appearance is like a daisy's,
Its strikes are like mint
And its taste, to whoever tastes it,
And its taste to the taster
صَهباءُtawny wine صِرفٌunmixed قَرقَفٌshiver-inducing wine
صَهباءُ صِرفٌ قَرقَفٌ
شيبَتwas blended بِنُطفَةِwith a drop of water from بارِقِa lightning-bearing cloud
شيبَت بِنُطفَةِ بارِقِ
Is tawny, unmixed, shiver-inducing wine,
Gray hair, pure silver
Blended with a drop from a lightning-bearing cloud.
Whitened with a flash of lightning
باتَتspent the night تُصَفِّقُهُstirring it الصَباthe east wind
باتَت تُصَفِّقُهُ الصَبا
بِقَرارِin a hollow بَينَbetween شَواهِقِtowering peaks
بِقَرارِ بَينَ شَواهِقِ
The east wind spent the night stirring it
The morning blew upon it
In a hollow between towering peaks.
Among the towering buildings
الآنَnow بُصِّرتُI was shown الهُدىthe right path
الآنَ بُصِّرتُ الهُدى
وَعَلاand has spread over المَشيبُgrey hair مَفارِقيthe partings of my hair
وَعَلا المَشيبُ مَفارِقي
Now I have been shown the right path,
Now my vision sees guidance
And grey hair has spread over the partings of my hair.
And my gray hair rises above me
وَتَرَكتُand I abandoned أَمرَthe course of غَوايَتيmy waywardness
وَتَرَكتُ أَمرَ غَوايَتي
وَسَلَكتُand I followed قَصدَthe straight course of طَرائِقيmy paths
وَسَلَكتُ قَصدَ طَرائِقي
And I have abandoned my waywardness,
And I left the matter of my temptation
And followed the straight course of my paths.
And took to the path of my ways
وَلَقَدand indeed رَضيتُI was content بِعَيشِناwith our life
وَلَقَد رَضيتُ بِعَيشِنا
إِذwhen نَحنُwe بَينَamong عَواتِقِyoung maidens
إِذ نَحنُ بَينَ عَواتِقِ
And indeed I was content with our life,
And I was pleased with our life
When we were among young maidens,
As we are between shoulders
وَرِكابُناand our riding mounts تَهويspeed along بِناwith us
وَرِكابُنا تَهوي بِنا
بَينَbetween الدُروبِthe mountain passes وَدائِقِand Dāʾiq
بَينَ الدُروبِ وَدائِقِ
And our mounts sped along with us
And our mounts take us down
Between the mountain passes and Dāʾiq.
Between the roads and passes
وَلَقَدand indeed عَلِمتُI learned بِأَنَّنيof the fact that I
وَلَقَد عَلِمتُ بِأَنَّني
مَيتٌdestined to die لِقُدرَةِby the power of خالِقِa Creator
مَيتٌ لِقُدرَةِ خالِقِ
And indeed I have learned that I
And I knew that I
Will die by the Creator's power.
Am dead to the power of the Creator
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.