1. My Master, the young Syrian man is ill
If he dwelled near the sun, he would leave it without light

2. The doctor and philosopher are confused by him
So whoever smelled him found him enchanted

3. What was between us you know full well
May your knowledge continue to enlighten people

4. Today when he sought my forgiveness
I forgave him, so Allah does not trouble him

5. A letter came to me, he left me
Fearing for him, with tears flowing

6. Asking through me for aid from a king
Who ruled kings, as guidance ruled falsehood

7. His prayer and the dew flowing towards them
Erase barrenness and revive the neglected ruin

8. If after the Guide, he sees his healing
That is the tradition of Taha, he returns rewarded

9. And my master is the best chooser of his tongue
May Allah keep him praised and thanked