نَصَبُّ إِلى طيبِ العِراقِ وَحُسنِها

وَيَمنَعُ مِنها قَيظُها وَحَرورُها

I yearn for the goodness and beauty of Iraq

Though the heat and burning winds deny it

هِيَ الأَرضُ نَهواها إِذا طابَ فَصلُها

وَنَهرُبُ مِنها حينَ يَحمى هَجيرُها

It's the land we desire when the season is kind

And flee when summer makes its coals blaze

عَشيقَتُنا الأُولى وَخُلَّتُنا الَّتي

تُحَبُّ وَإِن أَضحَت دِمَشقُ تُغيرُها

Our first love and intimate friend

Whom we love though Damascus eclipses its glory

عَنيتُ بِشَرقِ الأَرضِ قَدماً وَغَربِها

أُجَوِّبُ في آفاقِها وَأَسيرُها

I've travelled the breadth of the east and west

Roaming its horizons, journeying far

فَلَم أَرَ مِثلَ الشامِ دارَ إِقامَةٍ

لِراحٍ تُغاديها وَكَأسٍ تُديرُها

But found no place like Syria for repose

Where one rests with a cup passing to and fro

مِصَحَّةُ أَبدانٍ وَنُزهَةُ أَعيُنٍ

وَلَهوُ نُفوسٍ ضائِمٌ وَسُرورُها

Curing bodies and delighting eyes

Gladdening hearts oppressed, dispelling their gloom

مُقَدَّسَةٌ جادَ الرَبيعُ بِلادَها

فَفي كُلِّ دارٍ رَوضَةٌ وَغَديرُها

Sacrosanct, spring spills o’er its meadows

In every house, a garden and stream flow

تَباشَرَ قُطراها وَأَضعَفَ حُسنَها

بِأَنَّ أَميرَ المُؤمِنينِ يَزورُها

Its showers graced it, and made its beauty pure

For the Commander of the Faithful tours it

تَوَجَّهتَ مَصحوباً إِلَيها بِعَزمَةٍ

مَضى بِسَدادٍ بَدؤُها وَأَخيرُها

You set out to it with resolve

Its beginning and end passed in rectitude

وَفي سَنَةٍ قَد طالَعَتكَ سُعودُها

وَقابَلَكَ النَيروزُ وَهوَ بَشيرُها

In a year its good fortune rose to meet you

And Nawruz came to you, its herald

فَصِلها بِأَعوامٍ تَوالى وَلا تَزَل

مُقَدَّسَةً أَيامُها وَشُهورُها

May its seasons succeed in blessing

Ever sacred, its days and months

وَعِش أَبَداً لِلمَكرُماتِ وَلِلعُلا

فَأَنتَ ضِياءُ المَكرُماتِ وَنورُها

And live forever noble deeds and sublime

For you are the light of the noble, their sun