1. May my Lord protect you, and may illness never harm you.

    For the indivisible substance is unharmed by an accidental condition.

  2. You complained of an illness, and God remedied it

    With gentleness, until that illness vanished.

  3. When we heard, and news of this reached us,

    Then everyone, by God, fell ill from distress.

  4. But they, in need, after humble submission,

    Rose toward heaven with the hands of poverty.

  5. They implored, sincerity filling their hearts,

    Until they were answered, and worry and wasting grief vanished.

  6. And praise be to God: my Lord has healed you for us.

    And our praise for it is a duty for all time.

  7. And may God shield you from time's harshness, from ailments,

    And from afflictions that make the soul shrink,

  8. Sound of body, clad in a robe of well-being,

    Long-lived—and this is the aim and purpose.

  9. And may God preserve you, O sun of the vizierate, in

    The zenith of happiness, rising, never descending,

  10. In glory's robe, among honor's most radiant summits,

    In the reign of might you endure, never perishing,

  11. As long as a star gleams and lightning shines for us,

    And as long as dawn appears, spreading above the horizon.

Sol 6.1