قُلْ لشَمْسِ الدّينِ وُقّيتَ الرّدى

لمْ يَدَعْ سُقْمُكَ عِنْدي جَلَدا

Say to the sun of religion, your time has cured affliction

Your sickness has left no endurance in me

رَمِدَتْ عيْنُكَ هذا عَجَبٌ

أوَ عيْنُ الشّمسِ تشْكو الرّمَدا

Your eye has become bleary, how wondrous!

Or does the eye of the sun complain of bleariness