1. Parting is near, and departure,
And boiling longing and burning passion,

2. For one I loved I bade farewell,
My companions were lost in his company,

3. A full moon that lights the way for lovers,
Wandering not in the horizon's mirage,

4. It withered and became disheveled,
In sorrow for his absence, Iraq,

5. Death to me and separation,
Both are unbearable,

6. They work together against souls, so there is the pigeon and the hunter,
If this were not so,

7. It would not be said, death or separation.