Sol 5.6

  1. May my own health—the fruit of your treatment—enfold you,

    And well-being that wrings your enemies’ hearts;

  2. And may a cloud of health drench you with its sweeping downpour,

    Abundantly, as your bounty embraced all who sought it.

  3. You treated a body that long had nursed the true faith

    Beneath the battle-dust, and made idolatry sick.

  4. You took your draught, with healing as its companion;

    Had healing power to offer greetings, it would salute you.

  5. Do you think the one who treated you realizes

    That when he treated you, he treated bounty’s rain cloud?

  6. With you God has guarded the frontier forts and all their people;

    He saw in you the true faith’s shield, and so shielded you.

  7. So from the illness’s dark pall you emerged, blazing,

    Your splendor unclouded, adorned with the jewels of ordeal.

  8. How could medicine, and drinking it, refine you,

    When plunging into engulfing perils has already refined you?

  9. And when have you complained of an ailment in your body’s limbs,

    When their remedy is your deadly clash of arms?

  10. O sword of God’s faith! The life-giving rain was never abashed

    Except when it vied with you—or stood against you.

  11. May you remain forever robed in an ample blessing,

    Your shoulders swaying in it, never out of pride.

  12. And may God bestow well-being upon you as a blessing,

    And grant, in your favor, the prayer of everyone devoted to you.

Sol 5.6