أَشاقَكَ مَن أَرضِ العِراقِ طُلولُ

تَحَمَّلَ مِنها جيرَةٌ وَحُمولُ

Your longing reached me from the land of Iraq

Bearing gifts and supplies

وَكَيفَ أَلَذُّ العَيشَ بَعدَ مَعاشِرٍ

بِهِم كُنتُ عِندَ النائِباتِ أُصولُ

How can life be sweet after the company

Of those with whom I was among the deputies

قَبائِلُ مِن أَقصى وَأَدنى تَجَمَّعَت

فَهُنَّ عَلى آلِ الرَبيعِ كُلولُ

Tribes from far and near gathered

So they are all devoted to the Family of Rabie

تَمُرُّ رِكابُ السِفرِ تُثني عَلَيهِمِ

عَلَيها مِنَ الخَيرِ الكَثيرِ حُمولُ

The caravan travelers pass by praising them

Upon it many virtues are loaded

إِلَيكَ أَبا العَبّاسِ حَنَّت بِأَهلِها

مَغانٍ وَحَنَّت أَلسُنٌ وَعُقولُ

To you Abu Al-Abbas have yearned its people

With songs and tongues and minds

وَأَنتَ جَبينُ المُلكِ بَل أَنتَ سَمعُهُ

وَأَنتَ لِسانُ المُلكِ حينَ تَقولُ

You are the forehead of the kingdom, rather you are its hearing

You are the tongue of the kingdom when you speak

وَلِلمُلكِ ميزانٍ يَداكَ طُقيمُهُ

يَزولُ مَعَ الإِحسانِ حَيثُ يَزولُ

And the kingdom has scales, your hands its beam

Moving with kindness wherever it moves