1. The cup of life filled to the brim with bitterness
And diversified so they talked about its hems

2. So strange for it a cup that burns for it heat
It tormented my liver with the touch of its edges

3. I blamed my soul today and it was sick
With connection as it is the ultimate glad tiding

4. As if it gave glad tidings of its life
Or revived with the good news of its arousal

5. But it said to that cause
Its nights were long like the length of its days

6. I wished it for long and promised it
So I see your promises like an erupting volcano

7. I love, no sign appears in its traces
Though he is the moon and it's not possible

8. That months show without their moons
The moon of highness and glory Ahmad Izza

9. The progeny of sovereignty wrapped in its pride
The most graceful melody, refined

10. A call whose fame competes with the wind in its spread
He filled Al-Basita with his poems until

11. His verses in it became the emblem of its slogans
So if we compose after him we don't find

12. A chest to retain the words in its lands
His poems emerged in their empty space

13. Like suns that eyes dazzle from their lights
So I got drunk with its inebriation and I sipped from

14. Its first fruits and smelled its flowers
He was created with keeping promises naturally

15. While our natures were created with breaking them
His pens are from the pillars of religion

16. And supporters of the Islamic state
And when he understands the scattered pearls from

17. His words are in its system and scattering
The secret of chastity appeared from his family

18. And with that we sense the meaning of its secrets
The whole world boasts of its carpenter

19. And reveres the land of its neighbor
They were and still are stars of guidance

20. Both fixed and revolving
They connected with their guardian blessed connection

21. And the enemy's acute agony so woe to its pits
The land of Iraq got lost with them and prided

22. All countries with its soil and secrets
The Badia never parted in morals and

23. Innovation in composing the beloved of its lands
My love for Ahmed lasts as long as I live

24. No matter how far the distance in its ways