1. In the valleys of Ghadha there were four
Watered by life from our eyelids and tears

2. And there was a playground for the gazelle
Though it was a death-place for the wild rose

3. My ardour cuts through it yearning
And yearning is nothing but ardour that cuts through

4. I confined some friends there as if their hearts
Were stripped off by yearning in those dwellings

5. Like the bent of a lovelorn she-camel
A spring in it where the desolate desert and its hills start

6. Yearning for the flags of Sal' and La'la'
Sal' and La'la' were ravaged by love indeed

7. As if her cheeks were ripped and blood
From her ran there, staining her cheeks

8. It is but a bloody moral lesson
Freely shed in that quarter by a weeping eye

9. So it bid farewell to the dwellings' ruins
With what the dwellings were watered, eyelids weep

10. As if the riders' steeds in the valley
Lost their hearts at that valley, left astray

11. We show you what intense passion built in us
So each of us has a frightened heart

12. And when we camped one night at Nuqa
And tears flowed on the ruins of Rama

13. Where passion saps the eye of its water
And mocks the patience that cannot be mended

14. We recalled the days of pleasure that were
Like a gracious wife, not a useful sister

15. And we spent the night while meteors in the gloom
Brandished their flames, hidden and gleaming

16. The beloved's voice stirred and many a night
She would stay awake murmuring on the couch

17. Echoing while the groves were filled with her talk
Of old love for her kin that she recalls

18. No mixed parting company ever upset her
Nor a farewell assembly made her grieve

19. So, did love hurt you like it hurt me?
Don't you care about the pain of passion?

20. If I concealed the sheet of love for her
My ribs were folded over passion for sure

21. I stand with my eyelids on both sides
Pleading for him, my intercessor

22. He makes me taste what I never tasted
Except the red wine of passion I keep sipping

23. I gave him tears I used to protect
Precious treasures, and he is the beloved amusement

24. Sometimes my eyes would tear up with flashes
Of lightning in the dark, hidden and gleaming

25. And I said to Sa'd when he denied my anguish
"None but you captivated me, I am enamored"

26. Our days of gathering have passed
And no more hope remains in pleasures, O Sa'ad

27. The Iraqi raven now calls
At the edge of parting, for parting he calls

28. The houses of those who blame disappeared
On the edges of distances, folded and placed

29. I remain in Iraq, thirsty
No spring for the thirsty, and no meadow

30. How can I enjoy the flowers and the water
When the heat boils me and the clouds pour?

31. Maybe, though wishes are fruitless
Clouds of sorrow darkened and dispersed

32. The sweet days that passed return
And gather my loved ones as they gathered before

33. For I never let misfortune take my reins
And I don't worry about the days' caprice

34. As if I am solid rock weathered by fate
Unworn and unbroken throughout

35. So I survived the war of afflictions
Though they always drove me wherever they pleased

36. When the arrows of its tyranny missed
The mail of David protected me

37. He raised me with his generosity
Minister of generosity and grace altogether

38. The suns of grace returned after setting
As Joshua returned them before

39. And in every pulpit a eulogy stood for him
From the pens, praising him with pages gilded

40. The repository of the prophets' knowledge is his chest
And God placed a secret in his high morals

41. As if the sunlight's glow on his forehead
Is divine light beaming on his face

42. Minister whose status was increased
By events, so he became more steadfast and wise

43. When calamities shook mountains
He was the solid unconquerable mountain

44. His principles stuck to highness
I aspire to the highest ranks of glory

45. His shade extended over the regions of Iraq
When the days shook the kingdom, chaotic

46. He advances where the lions shrink in awe
And roams while Death's fingers clutch

47. He stretches a long arm to his goals
While long and short arms fail to reach

48. When the Almighty mentions His mighty wrath
He who meets Him then softens and kneels

49. He flowed from a rain-cloud constantly pouring
With generosity over Zawra', never ending

50. After his rain, no moist earth absorbed showers
Nor will a heavy rain ever water the dunes

51. Only the fragrance of his praise lingered
A scent of fine musk thoroughly spread

52. Only his eulogies inhabited the houses
Raised by the hands of virtues exalted

53. O Abul-Hassan! Will there be a return after absence?
The moon has a setting and a rising in the world

54. If the countries that you left became empty of you
No place remained without traces of your beauty

55. In every land your hands blessed
There is a meadow, when people stray, a resting place

56. Dew overflows from your palms
A basin where hopes drink and gather

57. In times of prosperity and drought
To you I head, even if the journey is long

58. Had I been granted success and goodness
My she-camel would walk and race to Rome's land

59. To a master whose generosity is never lacking
And I don't hope for other than the nectar of his palms

60. I would kiss the feet of the minister that
Stride to the ultimate goals and beyond

61. And praise him as he deserves
Reciting what I said, making him hear