1. Welcome oh crowned monarch
Bringing Iraq glad tidings of Geneva

2. Bearing the heavy burden of this
Gloomy, distressed homeland, relieving with the light

3. The man of the nation that produced thousands
Of noble ones from this noble house

4. And brother of the formidable stance and speech
That reverberates in the crowded assembly

5. With gentle expressions flowing
In a stream of eloquent speech

6. The language of “Dhad” in the mouth of the accomplished king
Boasting of its beauty to the described

7. And if they competed, the group preferred
The most delicate articulation of letters

8. Plucking flowers and the red oleander
Throwing them are palms of the enamored

9. Moving steps over the robe of a friend
Or over the brain of a tossed companion

10. Knowing that the best a man mounted
To the point of the swords

11. And a path he walked in service of the Arabs
Lined with thorns and harm

12. Entering into straits, a man cannot
Be devoid of rebuke in the likes of them

13. Amazing the shrewd statesmen, renowned
Among all the discerning

14. Shining in their ranks, the eye falls upon him
Among whoever is in the rows

15. They touched from him in the handshake, a palm
They did not see the likes of its impact in palms

16. The lines of peace told over it
Of what a skilled, noble one

17. Of a gentle one, formidable in his hour
And cultured in his stances, witty

18. And crowds for both conditions, a breeze
In circumstances and stormy in circumstances

19. And it showed them the features of the past Arabs
Namely this slender tall one

20. And a garden dripping happiness over it
The wipe of the calm, zealous, grieving one

21. And a forehead like the crescent moon in it
A trace of worries like an eclipse

22. If gazelles grazed in it, they would tell
Of a struggle with the nights, intense

23. For they are certain, with all certainty
That they found the best ally

24. The matter of Iraq did not fail him
Fruit for rising, ripe fruits

25. And adversities complain between seasoned
Miraculous is his solution and witty

26. Of Syrian hopes and hearts
Whose meekness pleases any gentle one

27. Verily in the treasury of kings are covenants
He in keeping them is very chaste

28. Fragrances with the mention of Faisal's days
Damascus and its known era

29. And the sensible nearly touches beads
Of hearts on the dots of letters

30. Do not blame Syria if it cried the covenant
With the eyelid of the anxious beloved one

31. They are memories of a compassionate mother
Whose grief took away one snatched

32. Exhausted in mind with politics, it does not make him forget
Its weights, the beauty of the summer

33. Souls there indulged in joys
And company amid wine and partying

34. Leaving the burden of the countries heavy
On one protective and affectionate to the countries

35. Of the advocates of the customary, as long as in it
Is a decorum befitting a proud people

36. But if it was stagnant and static
Then the sworn enemy of the customary

37. And he between two, not stubborn
In what he seeks, nor tempestuous

38. Upholding the sanctity of proud ones, so if they are roused
His hands turn despite the proud ones

39. Neither with slack hands missing an opportunity
If it assists, nor inactive

40. Taking what benefits the matter
And fearing the detriment of procrastination

41. Leaving violence when able, destined
To tame souls with gentle handling

42. I do not flatter you my master, and show me
As not needing identification

43. You before all know that I
In my feelings run openly

44. My master, the people do not deny what you did
For them of good

45. And the efforts you undertook in them
A thousand terrors and a thousand fearful matters

46. Verily what is between his two conditions is a difference
Like that between walking and standing

47. And he rewards you for good deed
With good praise, honest

48. The country appreciated your efforts so there came to you
Thousands following thousands

49. And for a matter that echoes in space cheers
From those congratulating you over every pavement

50. Where Baghdad was crowded with people in its streets
And its homes crowded with guests

51. And delegations competed from every crevice
Each individual escorted by a companion

52. Bearing to you the greetings of the families
From every village or countryside

53. Except the country still has in it
A trace of misery, not insignificant

54. A group against a group, and a gang
Exhausting the soul in diminishing a gang

55. And powerful in the name of the weak, beautiful
Is his victory with thousands of weak ones

56. And scattered hands plotting scattered
Games behind scattered gloomy windows

57. And you are capable despite what
You experienced of our gathering for accord

58. This patient is not the first to be treated
Of his chronic illness, so healed