كَأَنَّماas though الوَردُthe rose الَذيwhich نَشرُهُits fragrance
كَأَنَّما الوَردُ الَذي نَشرُهُ
يَعبَقُwafts مِنfrom طيبِsweetness مَعانيكاyour qualities
يَعبَقُ مِن طيبِ مَعانيكا
It is as though the rose, whose fragrance
The roses we strew
Wafts from the sweetness of your qualities,
Exhale the sweet scent of your grace
دِماءُblood أَعدائِكَyour enemies مَسفوكَةًspilled
دِماءُ أَعدائِكَ مَسفوكَةً
قَدindeed قابَلَتhas met طيبَsweetness أَياديكاyour favors
قَد قابَلَت طيبَ أَياديكا
Were your enemies’ spilled blood,
The blood of your foes
Which has met the sweetness of your favors.
Met well with your gentle embrace
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.