جارتacted unjustly علىtoward الوردthe rose فيin أيامthe days of نضرتهits freshness
جارت على الورد في أيام نضرته
نسائمbreezes خافfeared منهاof them عطرهits fragrance الباقيlingering
نسائم خاف منها عطره الباقي
The rose was wronged in the days of its freshness
The breeze blew on the rose during its blossoming days
By breezes that its lingering fragrance feared.
Fearing it would diminish its lasting fragrance
إنif يجزعis distraught الوردthe rose مظلوماwronged فلاthen no عجبٌwonder
إن يجزع الورد مظلوما فلا عجبٌ
العيشlife للشوكfor the thorn يسقىwaters ساقهits stem الساقيthe waterer
العيش للشوك يسقى ساقه الساقي
If the rose is distraught at being wronged, it is no wonder;
If the rose grieves, being wronged, it's no wonder
Life belongs to the thorn; the waterer waters its stem.
The gardener waters the thorns, nourishing its stem
إنindeed اللئامthe base تواسيهمcomfort them نحائزهمtheir innate natures
إن اللئام تواسيهم نحائزهم
بوابلٍwith a downpour منof هتونceaseless rain اللؤمbaseness دفّاقِgushing
بوابلٍ من هتون اللؤم دفّاقِ
Indeed, the base are comforted by their own natures
It's no surprise the vile comfort each other
With a gushing torrent of the ceaseless rain of baseness.
With cascades of base meanness gushing forth
إنif يظفرواthey triumph فاللياليthen the nights فيin عواقبهمtheir eventual fates
إن يظفروا فالليالي في عواقبهم
ظلماًinjustice بظلمٍfor injustice وإرهاقاًand oppression بإرهاقِfor oppression
ظلماً بظلمٍ وإرهاقاً بإرهاقِ
If they triumph, the nights await them in the end:
If they prevail, the nights in their aftermath
Injustice for injustice, and oppression for oppression.
Are oppression upon oppression, exhaustion upon fatigue
ياO منyou whom أخافI fear إذاwhen ناجيتُI communed with صورتهhis image
يا من أخاف إذا ناجيتُ صورته
بالغيبin absence أنthat تشهدwitness الأيامthe days إحراقيmy burning
بالغيب أن تشهد الأيام إحراقي
O you, I fear, when I commune with your image
O you whose image I fear, when I whisper to it privately
In your absence, that the days may witness my burning.
That the days may witness my burning
ومنand one whose سرائرهhis secrets عنىfrom me محجّبةٌveiled
ومن سرائره عنى محجّبةٌ
كأنهاas though they were الوحيُthe revelation يطوىis folded بينbetween أوراقpages
كأنها الوحيُ يطوى بين أوراق
And you whose secrets are veiled from me,
And whose secrets from me are veiled
As though they were revelation folded between pages.
As if they are revelation, folded between pages
ماwhat سرّthe secret of حسنكyour beauty ماwhat جسمa body يحيطsurrounds بهaround it
ما سرّ حسنك ما جسم يحيط به
ثوبٌa robe ليدفعto ward off عنهfrom it فتكravages أحداقيmy pupils
ثوبٌ ليدفع عنه فتك أحداقي
What is the secret of your beauty? What is this body, wrapped
What a secret is your beauty, no body can contain it
In a robe to ward off the ravages of my eyes?
A garment to protect it from my intense stares
جسمٌa body منof النورlight لوif يوماone day ظهرتyou appeared بهin it
جسمٌ من النور لو يوما ظهرت به
عريانnaked ماnot كانthere would be للأرواحfor souls منany واقىprotector
عريان ما كان للأرواح من واقى
A body of light—if one day you appeared in it
A body of light, if you appeared naked one day
Naked, there would be no protector for souls.
The spirits would have no protection
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.