1. The age of poems throbs in my blood and does not sleep
And my homeland is their conclusion, and you are their beginning

2. So whenever I mention you both together it is as though
The summits of all virtues gather together

3. So I do not say.. and you both inspire me
And the universe, all of the universe, is submissively listening

4. That Iraq, and its sun, and its tongue
Speak together, so who will not be humbled?!

5. O you who reside here in the form of a settler
While the settler cannot make himself at home in our hearts

6. You will remain, and the light of your face will remain radiant
For it the years are suns that shine

7. Every year an orbit rises in which a sun ascends, its light pleading for your face
Year after year, and you are a galaxy

8. That grows, and thousands of stars shine
While without you the rib of the earth stoops in pain

9. And the dawn of the people is a pitch-black night
Now the Arab world has realized that it

10. Has been disgraced, and that its weeping is of no use!
From where can I have you my master, while our blood

11. Flows, and all our hearts split?
From where can I have you while all of the Arab world

12. Weeps, and the flesh of Gaza is torn?
Had it been you, no one would have dared

13. To ask the rest: What shall we do?
You would have answered him with the blood of all Iraq

14. That the path to dignity is wider!
As for Iraq - you know better my master -

15. The blood rains down, and dignity is planted
Had it not been for your sons watering its soil with their blood

16. You would have thought the land was a barren wasteland
The most honorable fulfill all their vows

17. While the most lowly signed the baseness!
Now the blackness of all their faces has appeared

18. These faces, and the repugnance they show
And they have sequentially revealed ever more

19. Vileness and hideousness from one to the next
I exalt your memory my dear, embodiment of chivalry

20. Above any ugly one I cloak myself with
It is not I who cries, but I have come with Iraq in my blood

21. The old and young have come
The masses of the Arab world have all come

22. Walking with me..of them is this gathering
To say: O symbol of Arabism, our feast is this

23. And in feasts we do not become downcast!
It is the feast of the glories of all chivalry

24. Celebrated by Saddam, the most splendid and most magnificent
O great man.. I fear to look into your eyes

25. Lest I should gaze at them without your intercession!
All manliness is in them, but I am all love

26. What shall I do?!
You taught me not to fear you, but

27. My eyes when they look upon your face weep!
Fear? ..Manliness? Or is it that when

28. My love spills forth my tears volunteer?!
So I am silent before you, but within me

29. Is a forest whose branches proliferate
They gather around you confusedly..and I wake up to

30. Find the branches stretching out their ribs!
And I see my veins and arteries on

31. Their leaves fingers pleading!
My master, you taught me to know

32. With love what I fear, and what I expect
So I reached through you a horizon, and through myself a horizon

33. Between them love is the smoothest path
And whether you are present or absent my poems

34. Ring like church bells pealing
And I exalt your memory my master over the memory of those

35. Who fell, pardon me, for your greatness intercedes
Those wretches' faces in the filth of the invaders

36. Are of vileness and meanness disguising itself
I have not said a verse of poetry, and Iraq embracing me,

37. Except that they were like scorpions stinging my blood
So their memory comes, sullying my words

38. Until I feel my words writhing in pain!
So I return and grasp Iraq and its symbol

39. To preserve poetry unsullied
My God..does this rabble

40. Perceive the awe of your name? How do they not elevate themselves?
Who chooses you as his champion thereby turning away from all those

41. Who approach you, for your arrow is swifter?
And for your immense pride its voice

42. Is higher, and your sword in adversities is sharper!
For two lifetimes you have outshone all people

43. In that you are the proudest and most exalted celestial orb
And that you are the flame that does not die out

44. And that you are the pillar that does not sleep!
My master.. O zenith of all my poems

45. You whom my pen, like my heart, is inclined towards
And thus when I write all my letters

46. Above the lines their stars shine
From you I continue to draw my resolve

47. As for Iraq, it grows in my blood
So I become a towering palm tree, or the Tigris

48. Flowing limpidly, or the Euphrates gathering
Together Hussein and the 1920 Revolution in

49. Their noblest meanings.. A Hussein pounding
At our doors with his blood, crying out: No!

50. Until when will your conscience not be roused?!
A thousand years ago your forefathers

51. Handed over the House of Prophethood to the wolves, and hurried
To their loyalty.. And today here you are doing

52. As they did, so who of you is more disgraceful and anguished?!
I hear his voice from Karbala

53. Growing louder, and the conscience of the lowly splitting:
O you who spill the blood of Iraq, and from my blood

54. Its blood, to America you volunteer!
To the Jews of the whole world, or to its dogs

55. Do not be ashamed of yourselves, nor recoil
Once again?? And will they not gloat

56. The scoundrels of America, and will they not vilify
But you, your wind will depart

57. When every joint for you splits!
O owner of two feasts..the feast of his existence

58. And ascension to God a star shining
Rejoice, for a third feast we strive for

59. Will come and your sweet musk will fill it!