إِنَّ اِبنَ يوسُفَ مَحمودٌ خَلائِقُهُ
سيئانِ مَعروفُهُ في الناسِ وَالمَطَرا
The son of Yusuf Mahmud, his manners are bad
His reputation among people is known, like rain showers
هُوَ الشِهابُ الَّذي يُرمى العَدُوُّ بِهِ
وَالمَشرِفِيُّ الَّذي تُعصى بِهِ مُضَرُ
He is the flaming arrow, thrown at the enemy
The honored one, with whom the harmful are disobeyed
لا يَرهَبُ المَوتَ إِنَّ النَفسَ باسِلَةٌ
وَالرَأيُ مُجتَمِعٌ وَالجودُ مُنتَشِرُ
He does not fear death, his soul is intrepid
His opinion united, his generosity scattered
أَحيا العِراقَ وَقَد ثَلَّت دَعائِمَهُ
عَمياءُ صَمّاءُ لا تُبقي وَلا تَذَرُ
He revived Iraq, though its pillars had weakened
Blind, deaf, leaving neither remaining nor vanishing
