حَماكَmay He protect you رَبّيmy Lord ولاand not قَدindeed ضَرَّكَharm you المَرضُthe illness
حَماكَ رَبّي ولا قَد ضَرَّكَ المَرضُ
فَالجَوهَرُfor the substance الفَردُindivisible لاnot يُؤذيharms بِهِby it العَرضُthe accidental condition
فَالجَوهَرُ الفَردُ لا يُؤذي بِهِ العَرضُ
May my Lord protect you, and may illness never harm you.
May my Lord protect you, though illness has harmed you,
For the indivisible substance is unharmed by an accidental condition.
For the essence of the individual cannot affect the attributes.
شَكَوتَyou complained مِنof مَرضٍan illness وَاللَّهand God داركهُremedied it
شَكَوتَ مِن مَرضٍ وَاللَّه داركهُ
بِاللُّطفِwith gentleness حتّىuntil تَلاشىvanished ذَلِكَthat المَرَضُthe illness
بِاللُّطفِ حتّى تَلاشى ذَلِكَ المَرَضُ
You complained of an illness, and God remedied it
You complained of illness, but God treated it gently,
With gentleness, until that illness vanished.
Until that sickness faded away.
لَمّاwhen سَمِعناwe heard وَمنand of ذاthis جاءَناreached us خَبرٌnews
لَمّا سَمِعنا وَمن ذا جاءَنا خَبرٌ
فَالكلُّthen everyone مِنfrom كدرٍdistress وَاللَّهِby God قَدindeed مَرِضواfell ill
فَالكلُّ مِن كدرٍ وَاللَّهِ قَد مَرِضوا
When we heard, and news of this reached us,
When we heard the news, who was there that did not come?
Then everyone, by God, fell ill from distress.
All were grieved, by God they were sick.
لَكِنّهمbut they بِاِفتِقارin need غبّafter مَسكَنةhumble submission
لَكِنّهم بِاِفتِقار غبّ مَسكَنة
نَحوَtoward السّماءِheaven بِأَيديwith hands الفَقرِof poverty قَدindeed نَهَضواthey rose
نَحوَ السّماءِ بِأَيدي الفَقرِ قَد نَهَضوا
But they, in need, after humble submission,
But with utter need they rose up, their hands stretched to the sky,
Rose toward heaven with the hands of poverty.
And prayed till sincerity filled their breasts,
تَضَرَّعواthey implored يَملأُfills الإِخلاصُsincerity مُهجَتَهمtheir heart
تَضَرَّعوا يَملأُ الإِخلاصُ مُهجَتَهم
حَتّىuntil أُجيبواthey were answered وَزالَand vanished الهمُّworry وَالحرضُand wasting grief
حَتّى أُجيبوا وَزالَ الهمُّ وَالحرضُ
They implored, sincerity filling their hearts,
Till they were answered, and care and grief dispelled.
Until they were answered, and worry and wasting grief vanished.
Thanks be to God, my Lord, who healed you for us,
وَالحَمدُand praise للَّهِto God رَبّيmy Lord قَدindeed شَفاكَhealed you لَناfor us
وَالحَمدُ للَّهِ رَبّي قَد شَفاكَ لَنا
وَالحَمدand praise منّاfrom us عَليهِfor it الدهرَfor all time مفترضُobligatory
وَالحَمد منّا عَليهِ الدهرَ مفترضُ
And praise be to God: my Lord has healed you for us.
And thanks from us to Him for all time imposed.
And our praise for it is a duty for all time.
May God protect you, pride of the age, from every ill,
وَاللَّهand God يَحميكَprotects you مَحلhardship الدّهرِof time مِنfrom عللٍailments
وَاللَّه يَحميكَ مَحل الدّهرِ مِن عللٍ
وَمِنand from عَوارضafflictions مِنهاfrom them النّفسُthe soul تَنقَبِضُshrinks
وَمِن عَوارض مِنها النّفسُ تَنقَبِضُ
And may God shield you from time's harshness, from ailments,
And from all accidents from which the soul shrinks back.
And from afflictions that make the soul shrink,
Healthy body robed in the garment of well-being,
صَحيحَsound جِسمٍbody كَسيّاًclad ثَوبَa robe عافِيَةٍwell-being
صَحيحَ جِسمٍ كَسيّاً ثَوبَ عافِيَةٍ
طَويلَlong عمرٍlife وَهَذاand this القَصدُthe aim وَالغَرضُand the purpose
طَويلَ عمرٍ وَهَذا القَصدُ وَالغَرضُ
Sound of body, clad in a robe of well-being,
Long life, and this is our hope and wish.
Long-lived—and this is the aim and purpose.
May God preserve you, O sun of the ministry, at the height of happiness,
وَاللَّهand God يُبقيكَpreserves you ياO شَمسَsun الوِزارَةِof the vizierate فيin
وَاللَّه يُبقيكَ يا شَمسَ الوِزارَةِ في
أَوجِthe zenith السّعادَةِof happiness تَعلوyou rise لَيسَnot تَنخَفِضُyou descend
أَوجِ السّعادَةِ تَعلو لَيسَ تَنخَفِضُ
And may God preserve you, O sun of the vizierate, in
Exalted, never to decline.
The zenith of happiness, rising, never descending,
In the raiment of glory, of the noblest lineage,
فيin حُلّةِa robe المَجدِof glory مِنamong أَسنىmost radiant ذُرىsummits شَرَفٍhonor
في حُلّةِ المَجدِ مِن أَسنى ذُرى شَرَفٍ
فيin دَولَةِthe reign العِزِّof might تَبقىyou endure لَيسَnot تَنقَرِضُyou perish
في دَولَةِ العِزِّ تَبقى لَيسَ تَنقَرِضُ
In glory's robe, among honor's most radiant summits,
In the state of honor, to endure, never to perish.
In the reign of might you endure, never perishing,
No star shone, no lightning flashed to show us the dawn
ماas long as لاحَgleamed نَجمٌa star وَماand as long as بَرقٌlightning أَضاءَshone لَناfor us
ما لاحَ نَجمٌ وَما بَرقٌ أَضاءَ لَنا
وَماand as long as بَداappeared الفَجرُdawn فَوقَabove الأفقِthe horizon يَعترضُstretches across
وَما بَدا الفَجرُ فَوقَ الأفقِ يَعترضُ
As long as a star gleams and lightning shines for us,
Rising above the horizon, crossing the zenith.
And as long as dawn appears, spreading above the horizon.
Partial English translation: 21 of 22 Arabic lines translated.