1. I bid farewell to your sublime presence,
My soul, not my tears, laments.

2. And who would bid farewell to this excellence -
May health follow him after you.

3. An excellence under which I lived in bliss,
Its fruits of nobility ever close.

4. I saw through it bounties from on high,
And learned what lofty aspirations are.

5. It's as though Baghdad, in her longing for you
And flowing tears, bids adieu.

6. You're her hope for attaining her dreams,
And my dreams as well.

7. If you permit me to depart,
Then I'll go amidst the procession.

8. I'll outpace your steed the length of the road,
Marching, sword in hand.