1. Lightning flashed and illuminated the darkness here
Over the capitals from the outskirts of Baghdad

2. The hot south wind stirred men from their beds
And set their livers ablaze with burning coals

3. Fire over Al-Karkh, its heat melting resolves
Mixing with Damascus, though from afar

4. Clouds pour down, eyelids charged
With shedding, from lightning, not a single guide

5. Yearning for the east, for there, I know
Are people I long for, some of my prayers

6. My soul mingled their love and ties
Their affection in my heart before my birth

7. Paper echoes only when I remember them
And the poet translates only about them

8. In every beauty that appeared in the world, I see them
And their fire shone in every leader

9. They are my supplies, my pillars, my hope, they are
My masters when I don the robe of pride

10. O Lightning of Az-Zawra’, will you inform us
Without ignorance about that club?

11. Of the glory and honor it contains
And the game and triumphs it holds back

12. From every flower that seeks its rain
Toward the clouds, watering shoots of the meadows

13.
Rather, every dusty, mud-spattered one fears it

14. The kings' game, twisting away from its guiding name
Those people, all the people, their neighbor

15. Is settled by the Subha against the aggression of customs

16. Yes, if fate showed me its weapons
My refuge and shelter are the family of the Guide

17. The elite, healers of hearts, a guide
To creatures, every support taken from them

18. For the brown falcon, Abd al-Qadir, our hopes revived
And regained the best course

19. When misery blinded and its problems piled up
We took refuge in him and he averted the rock of the valley

20.
When can we return our steeds to Baghdad

21. So rejoice, for you are expected by the loyal
And abundant grace and pouring charity

22. Take as much as you wish of kindness and aid
And graze as you wish in charity and guidance

23. You see gifts follow with no depletion
Righteousness for righteousness and support for support

24. The protectors of Baghdad, a servant calls on you
Seeking help, O residents of Baghdad

25. Woe to him, last night immersed
In confusion, between issuing and rebutting

26. Seeking apology, though days seat him
As if shackled in chains

27. O inhabitants of Az-Zawra’s dam, we
Suffer from thirst while you are springs for the thirsty

28. I have borne the burdens of judgment in
Weakness and deathly exhaustion of the lost

29. I missed the path of my guidance and erred in it
Seeking a guide to reform and lead me