تَقول العِراق صَبا جلق

تَقول العِراق صَبا جلق

تهبُّ وَلَكنها مِن حَلَب

تهبُّ وَلَكنها مِن حَلَب

Iraq says: Jilliq’s east wind

Iraq says it's morning, so get up

Blows, yet it comes from Aleppo.

The winds are blowing, but from Aleppo

مَواطن مِنها بَدا عَسكَر

مَواطن مِنها بَدا عَسكَر

مِن الزوق للشام صافي الشَنَب

مِن الزوق للشام صافي الشَنَب

Homelands from which Askar emerged,

Some of its homes, an army appears

From al-Zuq to Damascus, with fresh, gleaming teeth.

With elegance, towards Damascus, smooth-faced

إِذا ما نَوى يَشدو بِبَيت لَنا

إِذا ما نَوى يَشدو بِبَيت لَنا

تَمايل عُشاق شَوق الطَرَب

تَمايل عُشاق شَوق الطَرَب

Whenever he intends to sing a verse for us,

Whenever he intends to sing us a song

Lovers sway, yearning for rapture.

Lovers sway, passionate with musical rhythm

فَهَذا المُشنف اسماعِنا

فَهَذا المُشنف اسماعِنا

بَدرٍّ تَعجَّب مِنهُ العَجَب

بَدرٍّ تَعجَّب مِنهُ العَجَب

So this is he who adorns our ears

So here is Al-Mushannaf, listen to us

With pearls at which wonder itself marvels.

A full moon that amazes with wonder

يُداوي السَقيم بِصَوت رَخيم

يُداوي السَقيم بِصَوت رَخيم

وَطَبع سَليم وَذات تُحب

وَطَبع سَليم وَذات تُحب

He heals the sick with a mellow voice,

Healing the sick with his soft voice

And a sound disposition and a lovable person.

And pure nature and beloved essence

وَصيقل أَرواحِنا رَخيم لَفظُهُ

وَصيقل أَرواحِنا رَخيم لَفظُهُ

وَفي كُؤُوس البَسط مِنها حَبب

وَفي كُؤُوس البَسط مِنها حَبب

And he burnishes our souls; his speech is mellow.

And polishing our spirits, his gentle utterance

And in the cups of delight are bubbles from them.

And in cups of outpouring, beloved pearls

كَمال غَريب وَلُطف عَجيب

كَمال غَريب وَلُطف عَجيب

وَمَغني اللَبيب بِحُسن الأَدَب

وَمَغني اللَبيب بِحُسن الأَدَب

Rare perfection and wondrous grace,

Perfect strangeness and wondrous gentleness

And one who enriches the discerning through fine manners.

And singer of the sensible, in good manners