تَقول العِراق صَبا جلق

تهبُّ وَلَكنها مِن حَلَب

Iraq says it's morning, so get up

The winds are blowing, but from Aleppo

مَواطن مِنها بَدا عَسكَر

مِن الزوق للشام صافي الشَنَب

Some of its homes, an army appears

With elegance, towards Damascus, smooth-faced

إِذا ما نَوى يَشدو بِبَيت لَنا

تَمايل عُشاق شَوق الطَرَب

Whenever he intends to sing us a song

Lovers sway, passionate with musical rhythm

فَهَذا المُشنف اسماعِنا

بَدرٍّ تَعجَّب مِنهُ العَجَب

So here is Al-Mushannaf, listen to us

A full moon that amazes with wonder

يُداوي السَقيم بِصَوت رَخيم

وَطَبع سَليم وَذات تُحب

Healing the sick with his soft voice

And pure nature and beloved essence

وَصيقل أَرواحِنا رَخيم لَفظُهُ

وَفي كُؤُوس البَسط مِنها حَبب

And polishing our spirits, his gentle utterance

And in cups of outpouring, beloved pearls

كَمال غَريب وَلُطف عَجيب

وَمَغني اللَبيب بِحُسن الأَدَب

Perfect strangeness and wondrous gentleness

And singer of the sensible, in good manners