1. I longed for you from Iraq's bright horizon,
Flashes of lightning or rising stars,

2. And before you how many passions stirred and weeping eyes,
Their tears flowing on their vestiges.

3. I feel the land of the two rivers is gentle,
To a soul that clamors have left bewildered,

4. Do you not see the cedars still standing in us
And their swords in those we love pitiless?

5. And that creeping adders spread their poisons
In our nation while all slumber unaware,

6. So be forgiving I implore, and know that I
Am truly your friend if your heart will advocate.