مولاي إن الفتى الشامي في مرضٍ

لو جاور الشمس ما أبقى لها نورا

My Master, the young Syrian man is ill

If he dwelled near the sun, he would leave it without light

حار الطبيب وحار الفيلسوف به

فكل من شامه ألفاه مسحورا

The doctor and philosopher are confused by him

So whoever smelled him found him enchanted

وكان ما بيننا ما لست تجهله

دامت علومك تحبو الناس تنويرا

What was between us you know full well

May your knowledge continue to enlighten people

فاليوم لما ابتغى مني مسامحةً

سامحته لا أراه اللَه تكديرا

Today when he sought my forgiveness

I forgave him, so Allah does not trouble him

وقد أتاني كتاب منه غادرني

خوفاً عليه بسيل الدمع ممطورا

A letter came to me, he left me

Fearing for him, with tears flowing

يرجو بواسطتي الإسعاف من ملك

ساد الملوك كما ساد الهدى الزورا

Asking through me for aid from a king

Who ruled kings, as guidance ruled falsehood

دعاؤه والندى سيلان صوبهما

يمحو البوار ويحيى المربع البورا

His prayer and the dew flowing towards them

Erase barrenness and revive the neglected ruin

فإن رأى خلف الهادي عيادته

وتلك سنة طه عاد مأجورا

If after the Guide, he sees his healing

That is the tradition of Taha, he returns rewarded

وسيدي خير مختارٍ لسنته

أدامه اللَه محموداً ومشكورا

And my master is the best chooser of his tongue

May Allah keep him praised and thanked