مَا زِلْتُ أُسْقَاهَا عَلَى

وَجْهِ غَزَالٍ مُونَقِ

I still water it over the face

Of a delicate gazelle,

بِقَمَرٍ مُنْتَقبٍ

بِخَاتَمٍ مُنْتَطِقِ

With a polished moon,

A ring that speaks,

وَالْبَدْرُ فَوْقَ دِجْلَةٍ

وَالصُّبْحُ لَمَّا يُشْرِقِ

The full moon over the Tigris,

The dawn when it shines,

مِكْحَلَةٌ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ

فَوْقَ بِسَاطٍ أَزْرَقِ

Eyeliner of gold

Over a blue rug.