خَليليّmy two friends عَينيmy eye فيin الدُّموعِthe tears فَعايناso look, you two
خَليليّ عَيني في الدُّموعِ فَعاينا
إِلىto أَينَwhere يَقتادُleads الفراقُparting الظَّعائِناthe women in their litters
إِلى أَينَ يَقتادُ الفراقُ الظَّعائِنا
My two friends, my eye is awash in tears; look
My beloved, my eyes are swimming in tears, so see
where parting leads the women in their litters.
Where does separation lead our miserable lives?
وَلمand did not أَرَI see أَحلىsweeter مِنthan تَبَسُّمِthe smiling of أَعيُنٍeyes
وَلم أَرَ أَحلى مِن تَبَسُّمِ أَعيُنٍ
غَداةَon the morning of النَّوىparting عَنrevealing لُؤلُؤpearls كانَwas كامِناhidden
غَداةَ النَّوى عَن لُؤلُؤ كانَ كامِنا
And I have seen nothing sweeter than eyes smiling
And I've not seen sweeter than the smiles of eyes
on the morning of parting, revealing pearls that lay hidden.
The morning after tears, within them hidden pearls.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.