May the pain of the body be far from you, O you who are the comfort of our souls

May the evil eye be far from you, O you who are the sight of our eyes

Your health is the health of the soul and the world, O moon

May your body be healthy, O moon-faced one of ours

May well-being be upon your body, O body of yours, soul-like

May the shadow of your kindness not be diminished from above us

May the rose garden of your face be verdant forever

For it is the pasture of our hearts and the greenery and desert of ours

May your pain be upon our souls, and may it not be upon your body

So that that pain may be like the intellect that adorns our soul