1. Greetings, O Iraq, I have come to sing you
And part of the singing is crying

2. Greetings, greetings.. do you recognize the face
Carved by days and winds?

3. Love ate the tenderness of my heart
And the remnants were shared by women

4. All my old friends forgot me
There is no light that responds or blondeness

5. So the sweet lips are ashes
And the tents of passion were blown away by the wind

6. Sadness settled like sparrows in my heart
So sorrow is wine and my heart is the cup

7. I am a wound walking on its feet
And my horses, exhaustion has defeated them

8. Al-Hussein's wounds are some of my wounds
And in my chest is Karbala's sorrow

9. And I am sadness, for ages my friend
And few in our time are friends

10. Greetings O Iraq, how are the cloaks
And how are the beautiful gazelles and deer?

11. Greetings O Iraq.. Have you forgotten me
After long years, Samarra?

12. Greetings O bridges, O palms, O river
And welcome O grass... O meadows

13. How are our loved ones on the river bank
And how is the carpet and carpets?

14. I had a princess of love here
Then my beautiful princess was lost

15. Where is the lovely face in Al-A'zamiyah
If the sky saw it, it would be jealous?

16. I am Sinbad.. ripped apart by the sea
And the eyes of my beloved are the harbor

17. The wave chewed my ship.. and my forehead
Pierced by the raging storms

18. Inside me are ages of sadness
Can I take refuge in Iraq?

19. And I am the great lover.. but
My blue notebooks are not enough

20. O June.. what has poetry done?
And what has it given us, the poets?

21. The books in our hands are neglected
And all the expressions are exaggerated

22. Every year we come to Souk Okaz
Wearing our green turbans

23. And we shake our heads like dervishes
...And Sinai is branded by fire

24. Every year we come.. So here is Jareer
Reciting.. and here is Al-Khansa'

25. We have not stopped sucking the peel
While Palestine is dyed with blood

26. O June.. you are greater than
And you are a father who has no sons

27. If we had some paternalism
We would have chosen.. but we are cowards

28. O ages of the Mu'allaqat I'm bored
And the body can be bored of clothing

29. Half of our poetry is carvings and what
Use are carvings when the building collapses?

30. Al-Maqamat are games.. and Al-Hariri
Is nonsense.. and the ogre and the she-camel

31. The mosaic killed us for ages
And the dolls and the foolish decorations

32. We reject chemistry poetry and magic
The chemical poem has killed us

33. We reject royal theater poetry
Where the seats forbid the poor

34. We reject poetry to be a horse
Ridden by tyrants and the powerful

35. We reject poetry as darkness and symbols
How can you see in the dark?

36. We reject poetry as a wooden rabbit
With no ambitions or passions

37. We reject poetry in the café of poetry..
Their smoke.. and relaxation

38. Our poetry today carves sun holes
With its hands.. so everything is illuminated

39. Our poetry today is an attack and discovery
No Kufic lines, and isolation

40. No contemporary poetry without
The rape of the age, a lame ant

41. What is poetry if it becomes an acrobat
Amusing rulers with its dance?

42. What is poetry.. when it becomes a mouse
Whose concerns are crumbs and food?

43. And if the thinker becomes a trumpet
Thought and shoes become equal then

44. Prophets are crucified for an opinion
So why are poets not crucified?

45. Only the freedom fighter.. writes poetry
And everything we wrote is nonsense

46. He is the real writer of the age
And we are the veils and servants

47. When rifles start playing
Supreme poems die

48. What do we have? What do we have to blame June
And in sin, we are all partners?

49. Who are the innocent? All of us
Bearers of disgrace, no exception

50. Our mind, our thought, the misery of our songs
Our visions, our hollow words

51. Our prose, our poetry, our yellow newspapers
And the ink, letters are slaves

52. Heroism is a theatrical stance
And the actors' faces are paint

53. And Palestine between them like an auction
Every shar' raises whenever he wants

54. And individualists! And the countries are rubble
Every piece of its flesh is pieces

55. Marxists! And the masses suffer
So why don't the poor get fed?

56. Qurashis! If Quraysh saw them
They would take refuge in their white desert

57. No right or left that protects us
Under the knife, we are equal

58. Had we read history, Jerusalem would not be lost
And "Al-Himraa" would not be lost before it..

59. O Palestine, you are still thirsty
And the desert slept on oil

60. The cloaks.. all of silk
And the nights are cheap, red

61. O Palestine, do not call upon them
The dead and the living have become equal

62. Oil has killed what pride they had
And wealth can kill wealth

63. O Palestine, do not call on Quraysh
For Quraysh died with pride

64. Do not call the men of Abd Shams
Do not call.. only the women remain

65. The peak of death is when chivalries die
And backwardness walks backward

66. Two years have passed and the invaders reside
And my nation's history is in pieces

67. Two years have passed.. and Christ is captive
In their hands.. and the Virgin Mary

68. Two years have passed.. and the minarets cry
And all the bells are mute

69. O you who bow in the temple of the letter
Enough of the vertigo and fainting

70. Tear off the dervish gown from yourselves
And take off the Sufi clothes, O pious ones

71. Leave our saints in peace
What land have saints restored?

72. In my mouth, O Iraq.. plenty of water
How can one with water in his mouth complain?

73. They claimed I stabbed my country
And I am all love and loyalty

74. Do they want me to suck my bleeding?
I am no wall, nor a parrot!

75. I am my freedom.. so if they steal it
The whole earth and sky will fall

76. I have never practiced hypocrisy and my poetry
Has not been bought by kings and princes

77. Every brave letter I wrote
Was an Arabic sword shining with light

78. And little honest talk
And much talk is immoral

79. How much I suffer from what I wrote
And the honorable suffer in our East

80. The pain of the letter is great.. should I complain
To the gardens, a red rose?

81. All who fought with brave words
Then died.. they are martyrs

82. Do not punish, O Lord, those who stoned me
And forgive them for they know not

83. My love for the land is insightful
And their passions are blind

84. If I burned the flesh of my country
Then from burning comes healing

85. From seas of sorrow, and the night of orphans
A white flower now emerges

86. And sacrifice emerges as our sun
What would we be.. without sacrifice?

87. From the wounds of strugglers.. we were born
And from the wound, pride is born

88. Before them, there was no "before"
History begins from the day they came

89. They descended upon our land as prophets
After our prophets had died

90. They saved the water of our faces when they appeared
So our dark faces lit up

91. They gave us a passport to life
We had no names before them

92. O friends of the letters, do not blame me
If I explode, O friends

93. I store thunder in my chest
As winter stores thunder

94. I did not come to be an orator
For my countries orators lost it

95. I refuse my time and age
And from refusal things are born

96. My friends.. I have told what is not told
And my intercessor is... my childhood and purity

97. I am coming to you.. and my heart
Above my palm is a white dove

98. Understand me.. I am just a child
Above whose eyes the evening bathes

99. I do not know the duality of thought
My soul.. is a blue lake

100. For my country is my poetry.. and I do not care
Whether the sky approved or kicked it away..