قُلْ لشَمْسِ الدّينِ وُقّيتَ الرّدى

قُلْ لشَمْسِ الدّينِ وُقّيتَ الرّدى

لمْ يَدَعْ سُقْمُكَ عِنْدي جَلَدا

لمْ يَدَعْ سُقْمُكَ عِنْدي جَلَدا

Say to Shams al-Din: May you be spared death!

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

Your illness has left me no fortitude.

Your sickness has left no endurance in me

رَمِدَتْ عيْنُكَ هذا عَجَبٌ

رَمِدَتْ عيْنُكَ هذا عَجَبٌ

أوَ عيْنُ الشّمسِ تشْكو الرّمَدا

أوَ عيْنُ الشّمسِ تشْكو الرّمَدا

Your eye has become inflamed—how strange!

Your eye has become bleary, how wondrous!

And can the sun’s eye complain of inflammation?

Or does the eye of the sun complain of bleariness