فديتكَmay I be your ransom منfrom كلِّall ماthat which تختشيyou fear
فديتكَ من كلِّ ما تختشي
وعشتَand may you live وصنوكand your brother كالفرقدينlike the two Farqad stars
وعشتَ وصنوك كالفرقدين
May I be your ransom from all you fear.
I ransom you from all you fear
And may you and your brother live like the two Farqad stars.
And you live shielded like partridges
عنabout الحالthe condition ياO سيديmy master لاdo not تسلask
عن الحال يا سيدي لا تسل
ولاnor عنabout طبيبيmy physician المقلّhaving little اليدينin both hands
ولا عن طبيبي المقلّ اليدين
Do not ask about my condition, my master,
Do not ask, my master, after my state
Nor about my physician, whose hands hold little.
Nor of my physician with his feeble hands
بطبِّwith the healing art of أبقراطHippocrates وافىhe came إليَّto me
بطبِّ أبقراط وافى إليَّ
وراحand departed ولكنand yet بخفيّwith the two slippers of حنينHunayn
وراح ولكن بخفيّ حنين
He came to me with Hippocrates’ healing art,
With Hippocrates' medicine he came to me
And departed—but with Hunayn’s two slippers, empty-handed.
And left, but with hidden sorrow