بأصفهانَ سقاها اللّهُ لي سكَنٌ

لولا الضرورةُ ما فارقْتُها نَفَسَا

In Isfahan, Allah granted me a dwelling

If not for necessity, I would not have left it, not even a breath

ويلي فقلبي عراقِيٌّ يرِقُّ لهُ

وقلبُه جبليٌّ قد جَفَا وقَسَا

Woe to me, so my heart is Iraqi, it longs for it

While its heart is stony mountain, it has dried up and hardened

لا مرَّ في خاطرِي تقبيلُ وجنَتِهِ

إنْ كانَ سُلوانُه في خاطِري هَجَسَا

Never crosses my mind to kiss its cheeks

Though its features in my heart engraved