أَيُّها الباكِرُ المُريدُ فِراقي
بَعدَ ما هِجتَ بِالحَديثِ اِشتِياقي
O early riser, longing for my departure
After you were stirred by talking of my yearning,
لَيتَ شِعري غَداةَ بانوا وَفيهِم
صورَةُ الشَمسِ أَينَ يُرجى التَلاقي
Would that I knew, tomorrow when they set out
Where can the likeness of the sun be hoped for reunion?
جَزَعٌ يَعتَريكَ يا قَلبُ مِنها
إِن يَحُثّوا جِمالَهُم لِاِنطِلاقِ
Anguish seizes you, O heart, because of her.
If they urge on their camel litters to set out.
قَد شَفَينا النُفوسَ إِن كانَ يَشفي
مِن هَواها عِناقُها وَاِعتِناقي
We lavished our souls, if lavishing
Can heal them of passion for her embrace and clasping.
حينَ كَفَّت دُموعَها ثُمَّ قالَت
أَزِفَ البَينُ وَاِنطِلاقُ الرِفاقِ
When she stanched her tears, then she said:
"The parting has come close, the friends prepare to leave."
إِنَّ قَلبي لَفيكُمُ اليَومَ رَهنٌ
لِشَقائي وَحُبِّ أَهلِ العِراقِ
My heart is pledged to you today
To my misery and love for Iraq's people.