1. You are my thought, and from you is my anthem
And with you my melody and rhythm align

2. I’m the morning bird disturbed by the night
And soothed by the charm of my chirping

3. Master of the night I stayed up, the star flickers
With the eye of the adorer, baptized

4. Whenever worries passed in succession
I brought them back anew

5. I feel the misery of millions oppressed
Under the portico of its outstretched wing

6. You were the hoped dawn and from you
Sprouted the saplings of my poem

7. O youth of the world, O beauty of the age
And elegance of the new system

8. O pearls of the deep collected into
A unique beaded necklace

9. O tools of nations each boasting
Of its number and multitude

10. O my beautiful steeds of heroism adorned
Each day with a fierce knight

11. I’m one of you though my cheek is scared
With wounds like eroded valleys

12. From embers my blood has boiled throughout time
When their blood was ice to me

13. I'm like the hoopoe divining water
And fulfilling the thirsty with sweet nectar

14. For I dreamed before eras
With inspiration from wandering imagination

15. Of glory emanating from the east erasing
The darkness of night from slumbering nations

16. Immortal is your day, and how much
A heavy price you paid for this immortality

17. What day for what generation, towards
What endeavors does it strive, on what ground?

18. Resolve from hell, a breeze turning,
And an iron fist

19. For you are the sacrifices between
Spilled hot blood, and ruins

20. And on these shoulders is placed
The burden of a happy future endeavor

21. Yet effort is perfectly complemented
By remembering past eras

22. Fifty years ago where were we and where
Are you now, O distant scale!

23. Remember how many hands you enjoy today
Were for your ancestors and forefathers

24. How many passed hoping for a star and dawn
On the long dark nights of the east

25. How many twisted in shackles
And twisted in chains for your sake

26. How many hearts burned and skins
And hearts churned in skins

27. How many severed necks' thicknesses
And piles of bones we tread

28. Remember those processions melted
Around the embers of the stubborn struggle

29. Blazing whenever fueled with firewood
Crying: is there any more?

30. How many leaves of sorrows fell in autumn
Of withered branches on barren ground

31. At dawn of the free, a debt binds
Their necks to the night of slavery

32. How many roads paved in blood
Of a martyr over the bones of martyrs

33. How many heads fell for one lofty head
And souls split for happiness

34. How many cups of tears adorned
Select sorrows for a feast day

35. Lord of a million bodies in coffins
Inside the bellies of beasts across the desert

36. You were a free, noble, dear price
For coffins adorned with roses

37. O youth of the world and many griefs
Wandering, a beneficial lesson

38. Don't tire though my talk is long
I'm weary of it and this is the end of my poem

39. Sacrifices show as flesh and soul
When told to the absent from witnesses

40. And how many tales of ancestors
Were treasures to their grandchildren

41. I'm one of those victims, a free idea chased me
Beyond the limits

42. I couldn't conceal it, fully knowing
I would hurt and sever my veins with it

43. With it I'd throw my skin to the tiger
While the skins around me are torn

44. I enjoy the struggle leaving scratches
On my limbs, admired and beloved

45. Clearer than a star in the darkness
Are slaps on the curves of my cheeks

46. And meeting disasters head on
Is a pleasure sought with great effort

47. O cowardice of the feeble, riding
Terror, knowing it won't lead to safety

48. O youth of the world, you are my judges
In growing darkness, and you are my witnesses

49. I'm honored here, though in my heart
A wound drips from the exile

50. I strongly blame my country
And my closest ones intensely

51. Is an eagle prey for a crow
And a griffon a victim of the stupid?

52. O Baghdad, when history is told
From every denier and ungrateful one

53. When its tale and mine are told
And its ill-fortune balanced with prosperity

54. What glory it had though deemed barren!
It had what no fertile one possessed

55. Gifted yet envied, and the deprived
Better know the blessings of the envied

56. It rejected him so he lived whatever stingy
And it threw him so he lived however exiled

57. Drawing from the heart's blood while wounded
And feeding his wounds with pus

58. It was stingy to shade him
And rebuilt over each tomorrow and perdition

59. O people of literature therein, if the judgment day
Calls them to account for a coming day

60. They immortalized the ways of the disgraceful life
And slept on the pillow of threats

61. They sufficed with silent "Messages"
Deaf in their conscience, burnt out

62. They loved the silence of graves, and it was sweet
To mourn the eloquent chirping one

63. As if he did not raise the torch of poetry
And did not attract pilgrims

64. They filled the earth when he opposed the rulers
And melted around him when gifted

65. Bowing submissively when whipped
On the street of the guided

66. They abandoned him and now they are crops
Of calamities coming in succession - and what crops!

67. Don’t recognize them? The wind plays with them
In terrible dispersal

68. They became debris and were like
The beads of a necklace held in a thread

69. And crops the scythe of time took them
In return for reaping my union

70. And kindling the sticks fell from them
By my kindling firewood

71. O authority, masters of almighty words
Substituting fear of the wicked

72. Better than letters dead and buried
That excavators find numb

73. And dearer than those silent to injustice
Though powerful, messengers of mail

74. The brave ignorant in crowd of events
Is higher than a shivering knowledgeable one

75. O nights of calamities, my dark song
To see which missing planet

76. To see how truly and correctly it was said
Some hours did the work of a thousand sitting

77. To see which one of a multitude
And a multitude though not counted

78. To see which battlefield of wars
They squandered the day the crowds mingled

79. To see which glory abandoned
A forehead, and blaze abandoned a brow

80. To see how an ember from my burning core
Melted in ice

81. O nights of calamities, my song - and woe
To a scream of renewed sorrows

82. O nights of calamities, my song - and how much
A generation gurgled, rocked by the dark nights

83. O nights of calamities, my song though
Heads chose to fall and wanted to return

84. The age of disgrace - which rebel's pride
When the whip is any solid one's obedience

85. And a thorny blessing walked to hurt
So the softness of hopes was enjoyed

86. O nights of calamities, whatever your song
And continue what calamities you wish and increase

87. Spare me the losers’ cave of resilience
And place it on the foreheads of prey

88. And topple all that cannot withstand
The crowd of great affliction

89. And remove from the rotten selves
With claims, stained hydrangeas

90. O youth of the world: here is a heart
In a poem, and a sigh in an anthem

91. I’m the crop of affliction, and here is my harvest
And produce of sorrow, and here is my infant

92. O youth of the world, in me lies no
Mockery or untuned rhythm

93. Except I was not stupid
I feared the stupid's talk in refuting me

94. I feared a gloating mean spiteful one
And as you know, the mean are envious

95. O youth of the world, and there is a recurring
Past whose repeating was my desire

96. I will sing to you on the chord of the heart
And connect you with the jugular's rope

97. I will serve you cups of rhyming couplets
From a drink of intimate Arab gatherings

98. And you will come to me with new resolve
And I will come to you with a new melody

99. You are my thought and from you is my anthem
And with you my melody and rhythm align