تَرى النازِلينَ بِأَرضِ العِراقِ

قَد عَلِموا أَنَّ وَجدي كَذا

Those who have descended in Iraq's land

Know well that my passion is such

فَلا حَبَّذا بَلَدٌ بَعدَهُم

وَإِن واصَلوهُ فَيا حَبَّذا

So no country is good after them

Even if they reach it, oh how good!

دَنا طَرَبٌ وَالهَوى نازِح

فَيا بُعدَ ذاكَ وَيا قُربَ ذا

Near is unrest, and love moves house

So far is that, and so near this

هَوىً ما أَطَعت بِهِ العاذِلينَ

وَما طاعَة الحُبِّ إِلّا أَذى

A passion I did not obey the blamers with

And obedience in love is but harm

وَكُنتُ أَفدّي بِهِ ناظِرَيَ

فَمذُ غابَ صارَ لِعَيني قَذى

I used to ransom my two eyes for it

But since it vanished, it became specks in my eyes