إِلىtoward حَكَمٍHakam تَناجَلَtossed back and forth مَنسِماهاher two footpads
إِلى حَكَمٍ تَناجَلَ مَنسِماها
حَصىpebbles المَعزاءُthe stony ground مِنfrom كَنَفَيboth sides of حَقيلِHaqil
حَصى المَعزاءُ مِن كَنَفَي حَقيلِ
Toward Hakam, her two footpads tossed back and forth
To a ruler whose kingdom fate decreed
the pebbles of the stony ground from both sides of Haqil.
The goat herd counted from my arms' embrace
وَلَمand did not أَسأَلكِI ask you (feminine) شَيئاًanything قَبلَbefore هاتيthis
وَلَم أَسأَلكِ شَيئاً قَبلَ هاتي
وَلَكِنّيbut I عَلىon أَثَرِthe trail of الدَليلِthe guide
وَلَكِنّي عَلى أَثَرِ الدَليلِ
And I asked you for nothing before this,
And not a thing did I ask you before now
but I follow in the guide’s footsteps.
But I was on the trail of the guide
وَكانَتand she was لاnot تَلومُshe reproaches فَأَرَّقَتنيthen kept me awake
وَكانَت لا تَلومُ فَأَرَّقَتني
مَلامَتُهاher reproach عَلىwith دَلٍّcoyness جَميلِlovely
مَلامَتُها عَلى دَلٍّ جَميلِ
She used not to reproach me; then I was kept awake
And she did not blame so she saddened me
by her reproach, offered with lovely coyness.
Her blame for following a beautiful guide
وَآسَتand she consoled نَفسَهاherself وَطَوَتand folded حَشاهاher belly
وَآسَت نَفسَها وَطَوَت حَشاها
عَلىupon الماءِthe water القَراحِpure مَعَwith المَليلِthe ash-baked bread
عَلى الماءِ القَراحِ مَعَ المَليلِ
And she consoled herself and folded her belly
And she harbored grief and folded her concern
around pure water and ash-baked bread.
About the wounding water along with the saline
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.