تَرى النازِلينَ بِأَرضِ العِرا

قِ قَد عَلِموا أَنَّ وَجدي كَذا

The settlers in the land of Iraq have come to know that my love is as such

So no homeland is cherished after them

فَلا حَبَّذا بَلَدٌ بَعدَهُم

وَإِن أَوطَنوهُ فَيا حَبَّذا

Even if they make it their homeland, how cherished!

Destruction drew near and passion departed

دَنا طَرَبٌ وَالهَوى نازِحٌ

فَيا بُعدَ ذالَك وَيا قُربَ ذا

So far is that and so near is this

A love I obeyed, thereby angering the critics

هَوىً لي أَطَعتُ بِهِ العاذِلينَ

وَما طاعَةُ العَذلِ إِلّا أَذى

And obedience to criticism is but harm

I would annoy my onlooker with it

وَكُنتُ أُقَذّي بِهِ ناظِري

فَمُذ غابَ صارَ لِعَيني قَذى

But since it left, it has become an irritation to my eye