يا أَهلَ بابِلَ ما نَفِستُ عَلَيكُمُ

مِن عَيشِكُم إِلّا ثَلاثَ خِلالِ

O people of Babylon, I do not envy you

Anything of your life except three things:

خَمرَ العِراقِ وَلَيلَ قَيظٍ بارِدٍ

وَسَماعَ مُسمِعَتَينِ لابنِ هِلالِ

Iraqi wine, a cold summer night,

And listening to a singer singing Ibn Hilal.