بشراكمُ بسعادةٍ وهناءِ
يا أهل تلك المَوصل الحدباءِ
I bring you glad tidings of happiness and delight
O people of Mosul the hunchbacked
بشراكمُ يا أهل موصل إنكّم
نلتم من الرحمن خير جزاء
I bring you glad tidings, O people of Mosul, that you
Have received the best reward from the Most Merciful
من حَيَّ منكم في الغَزَاة نصيبه
ونصيب من قد مات في الشهداء
Those among you who survived the battles got their share
As did those who died as martyrs
جاهدتُمُ في الله حقّ جهاده
وصبرتُمُ لحوادث الأنواء
You strived in the way of God as Jihad requires
And you were patient in the face of calamities
ودفعتم عن بيضكم بل سُمرِكم
بالبيض بل بالسَّمرة الصعداء
You defended your homes, indeed your honor
With your lives, indeed with your most precious possession
وحَميتُمُ العرض المصون من الأذى
حيث التزمتم شيمة الآباء
And you protected the inviolable honor
As you upheld the ways of your forefathers
تاللَه إنّكم فوارس كهمسٍ
تاللَه أنتم عُدَّة الهيجاء
By God, you are horsemen like lions
By God, you are the equipment of warriors
لله درّكم ودرّ رئيسكم
ملكٍ تولّى قُنَّة العلياءِ
May God bless you and your leader
The king who assumed leadership of the sublime
بَطَل إذا حَمِيَ الوطيسُ رأيته
وَرَدَ الدماءَ مكان ورد الماء
A hero, when the battle was enflamed you would see him
Driving back the blood just as water flows
قَرم إذا أغبرّ السماء بمهمهٍ
قد ألبسَ الغبراء ثوب دماء
A warrior, when the sky thundered with his threats
He dressed the dusty ground in blood
شاكي السلاح مُقذَّف فكأنه
ليث الشرى يسطو على الأعداء
Brandishing his sword he seemed
Like a ferocious lion pouncing on the enemy
يا صاح إن هزّ القنا لعداتهِ
تلقاهم سجدوا على الغبراء
Oh you who roar, when he shook his spear at them
You would find them bowing down on the dusty ground
يا كم له نظمٌ ونثرٌ فيهم
فهمُ إذن منه بكلّ عناء
Oh how many prose and poetry he has composed about them
And so they must be tired of him in every way
لا يرعوي عنهم لحتف نفوسهم
حتى تغيض بقاعة الوعساء
He does not care about their lives to the point of death
Until the plain of Al-Wisaa is flooded
عرَبيُّ أصل فاتكٌ ذو نجدة
ذو شيمة محمودة وسخاء
An Arab of noble origin, generous
Of praiseworthy character and generosity
من كفّه الحتف المبين لدى الوغى
وبكفّه الإحياءُ عند عطاء
From his hands comes clear death in times of strife
And from his hands comes life when giving
تاللَه قد ضنَّ الزمان بمثله
إذ جاء بالصفراء والبيضاء
By God, time has been stingy in offering the likes of him
Since he came in yellow and white
لا عيب فيه غير انَّ نقوده
مقبوضة بأنامل الفقراء
He has no fault other than his money
Is held in the hands of the poor
تُلفى دنانير الصّلات بكفّه
من حزنها في حُلَّةٍ صفراء
Coins of prayers are wrapped in his palms
In sorrow, dressed in yellow
ما حاتم الطائيُّ عند عطائه
إلاّ كقطر وهو كلّ الماء
Hatem al-Ta'i in his generosity
Was but a drop while he is an entire sea
ليثٌ لأعباء الوزارة حامل
فلقد سَما قدراً على الجوزاء
A lion bearing the burdens of leadership
For he has attained the highest rank
قد جاد في حفظ النساء بجدّه
وبحفظ أطفال وحفظ إماء
He has been generous in protecting women with his sacrifice
And in protecting children and female slaves
لولاه ما طَوب الحُدَيبا نافع
كلا كذاك قنابر الحدباء
Were it not for him, Al-Hudaybiya would not have benefitted
Neither would the fortresses of the hunchback
إن لم يكن نار البنادق لم تكن
تحمي الديار صيالةَ الأعداء
Had it not been for the firing of guns, the homes
Would not have been protected from the jaws of the enemy
لولاه كانت ف يالوحوش قبوركم
ونساؤكم يُدعُونَ بالأُسراءِ
Had it not been for him, your graves would have been
In the bellies of beasts, and your women taken captive
لولاه كاد الدين يُمحى ربُعه
وتزول عنكم نسبة الغرّاء
Had it not been for him, a quarter of the religion would have perished
And you would have lost the title of excellence
لولاه ما ذكر الصحابة شائع
في حيّكم إلاّ على استهزاء
Had it not been for him, the name of the Noble Companions
Would not have spread in your quarters except in mockery
أأبا مرادٍ قد مدحتك حِسبةً
من غير ما ميلٍ إلى إعطاءِ
O Abu Murad, I have praised you out of duty
Not out of any desire for reward
أأبا مرادٍ ان جهلت حقيقتي
فاعلم بأنّي شاعر الزوراء
O Abu Murad, if you do not know me,
Know that I am the poet of Az-Zawra
خذها فريدة عصرها من خدرها
بكر المعاني لم تزل بخباء
Take this poem, unique in its era, from its planter
The first of meanings, never revealed before
يا راكب الوجناء يمّم مَوصِلاً
وانزل بها يا راكب الوجناء
O rider of the camel, head for Mosul
And dismount in it, O rider of the camel
واقرأ السلامَ على الأُلى قد جاهدوا
في اللَه لا عن سمعةٍ ورياء
Convey greetings to the forefathers who strove
In the way of God, not for fame or ostentation
وقل ابن عبد اللَه ودلو أنه
معكم بتلك الوقعة الدهماء
And say Ibn Abdullah and his bucket that he
Is with you in that fateful battle
ولكم بأحمد أسوة محمودة
أكرم بها من أسوة حسناء
And in Ahmad you have a splendid model
More honorable than any beautiful model
في غزوة الأحزاب غزوة خندق
حيث العدو أحاط بالأحياء
In the Ghazwa of Al-Ahzab, the battle of the Trench
Where the enemy surrounded the living
قَصَدَت أعاديكم بلوغ مُرادهم
منكم بأن يرموكم بدهاءِ
Your enemies intended to achieve their purpose against you
By cunningly attacking you
رفعوا قنابرهم لخفض نسوركم
لكنّها نصبت على الأغراء
They set up their fortresses to bring down your eagles
But those were set up on barren ground
بقروا بأرضكم اللقومَ لضيركم
رَجَعت إليهم نارها بِرَداءِ
They dug trenches in your land to spite you
Their fires returned to them in a cloak
أودت بهم كسيوفكم إذ جُرِّدت
حين ارمعلّوا نحوكم لبلاء
Your swords, when unsheathed, destroyed them
As they arrogantly marched against you for affliction
فقريتم طير الفلاة ووحشها
فعليكم منها عميم ثناءِ
You fed the birds and beasts of the wilderness
So for that you deserve fulsome praise
أنجبتمُ يا قوم حيث جعلتم
جوف الوحوش مقابر اللؤماء
You have sired, O people, by making
The bellies of beasts the graves of villains
اللَه أعلم كان هذا منكم
قصداً لأجل طهارة الصحراء
God knows best, this was your intention
To purify the desert area
لم يتّفق في الكون مثل ثباتكم
حيث الرؤوس تُبَثُّ في البيداء
None in existence can match your steadfastness
As heads are scattered in the desert
ولكم ببدرٍ أسوة بشراكمُ
عنكم أزُيلت جملة الأسواء
And in Badr you have a model that brings you glad tidings
All kinds of evil have been driven away from you
تبّاً لكركوكٍ وتبّت أهلها
جلبوا لأنفسهم جميع إساءِ
Damn Kirkuk and damn its people
Who brought upon themselves every evil
إذ لم يحاموا عن عيالٍ ساعةً
مع أن حصنهم لخيرُ بِناءِ
When they did not defend their families for an instant
Despite their fortress being most well-built
يا أهل موصل فاخروا من شئتم
فلأنتم أحرى بكل علاء
O people of Mosul, boast over whoever you wish
For you are most deserving of every elevation
لا زلتم بسعادة أبدية
يا أهل تلك الموصل الحدباء
You remain in eternal happiness
O people of Mosul the hunchbacked
