أَثَوَيتَhave you stayed? أَمor أَجمَعتَyou resolved أَنَّكَthat you غاديdeparting at dawn
أَثَوَيتَ أَم أَجمَعتَ أَنَّكَ غادي
وَعَداكَand diverted you عَنfrom لُطفِgentleness السُؤالِthe inquiry عَواديhindrances
وَعَداكَ عَن لُطفِ السُؤالِ عَوادي
Have you stayed, or resolved to depart at dawn?
Have you resolved to leave or decided that you are departing,
And hindrances have diverted you from gentle inquiry.
While habit diverts you from kindly asking and returning?
وَتَنوفَةٍand a wilderness عَمياءَtrackless لاnot يَجتازُهاcrosses it
وَتَنوفَةٍ عَمياءَ لا يَجتازُها
إِلّاexcept المُشَيَّعُthe fearless man ذوpossessing الفُؤادِthe heart الهاديguiding
إِلّا المُشَيَّعُ ذو الفُؤادِ الهادي
And a trackless wilderness, crossed by none
Across a blind wilderness none can cross
Except a fearless man whose heart guides him—
Save one led by a discerning and gentle heart,
قَفرٍbarren هَجَعتُI lay down to rest بِهاin it وَلَستُand I was not بِنائِمٍasleep
قَفرٍ هَجَعتُ بِها وَلَستُ بِنائِمٍ
وَذِراعُand the foreleg مُلقِيَةِof one laying down الجِرانِthe underside of the neck وِساديmy pillow
وَذِراعُ مُلقِيَةِ الجِرانِ وِسادي
A barren waste—I rested there, though I was not asleep,
A barren land where I have lain though not asleep,
And the foreleg of a she-camel, her neck laid down, was my pillow.
My outflung arm become a pillow for my cheek.
وَعَرَفتُand I knew أَنthat لَيسَتit was not بِدارِa dwelling تَئِيَّةٍlingering
وَعَرَفتُ أَن لَيسَت بِدارِ تَئِيَّةٍ
فَكَصَفقَةٍso, like a clap بِالكَفِّwith the palm كانَwas رُقاديmy sleep
فَكَصَفقَةٍ بِالكَفِّ كانَ رُقادي
And I knew it was no place to linger,
I learned it was no place for softness or repose
So my sleep was as brief as a clap of the hand.
Like a bargain made with a single clap that seals the pact.
فَوَقَعتُthen I settled بَينَbetween قُتودِsaddle-bows عَنسٍa sturdy she-camel ضامِرٍlean
فَوَقَعتُ بَينَ قُتودِ عَنسٍ ضامِرٍ
لَحّاظَةٍoften glancing sideways طَفَلَthe dusk of العَشِيِّthe evening سِنادِtall
لَحّاظَةٍ طَفَلَ العَشِيِّ سِنادِ
Then I settled between the saddle-bows of a lean, sturdy she-camel,
So I fell among the lairs of emaciated camels
Tall, casting sidelong glances at evening's dusk,
Whose milch-she camels nourished their young at dusk,
حَرَجٍgaunt تَرىyou see أَثَرَthe marks of النُسوعِthe girth-straps لَواحِباًclear tracks
حَرَجٍ تَرى أَثَرَ النُسوعِ لَواحِباً
فيin دَفِّهاher flank كَمَفاقِرِlike the grooves of الأَمسادِthe twisted cords
في دَفِّها كَمَفاقِرِ الأَمسادِ
Gaunt—you see the girth-straps' marks as clear tracks
You see the marks of teats like the nails
On her flank, like the grooves in twisted cords.
Of tent-pegs driven in when camps depart.
وَكَأَنَّهاand as though she were بَعدَafter الكَلالِexhaustion عَشِيَّةًin the evening
وَكَأَنَّها بَعدَ الكَلالِ عَشِيَّةً
قَهبُgrayish الإِهابِthe hide مُلَمَّعٌmottled بِسَوادِwith black
قَهبُ الإِهابِ مُلَمَّعٌ بِسَوادِ
And at evening, after exhaustion, she seemed like
It was as though, when darkness came, the site
A gray-hided beast, mottled with black.
Was the smouldering ashes a fire had left behind.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.