1. May my Lord protect you, though illness has harmed you,
For the essence of the individual cannot affect the attributes.

2. You complained of illness, but God treated it gently,
Until that sickness faded away.

3. When we heard the news, who was there that did not come?
All were grieved, by God they were sick.

4. But with utter need they rose up, their hands stretched to the sky,
And prayed till sincerity filled their breasts,

5. Till they were answered, and care and grief dispelled.
Thanks be to God, my Lord, who healed you for us,

6. And thanks from us to Him for all time imposed.
May God protect you, pride of the age, from every ill,

7. And from all accidents from which the soul shrinks back.
Healthy body robed in the garment of well-being,

8. Long life, and this is our hope and wish.
May God preserve you, O sun of the ministry, at the height of happiness,

9. Exalted, never to decline.
In the raiment of glory, of the noblest lineage,

10. In the state of honor, to endure, never to perish.
No star shone, no lightning flashed to show us the dawn

11. Rising above the horizon, crossing the zenith.