مَا إِنْ رَأَيْتُ بَعِيداً مِثْلَ أَوْتَارِي

مَا إِنْ رَأَيْتُ بَعِيداً مِثْلَ أَوْتَارِي

تُصْلِي وَتُسْلِي بِتَوْشِيحِي وَأَشْعَارِي

تُصْلِي وَتُسْلِي بِتَوْشِيحِي وَأَشْعَارِي

Never have I seen anything so distant as my strings.

I have not seen one so far as my strings

I have never seen anything reach as far as my strings,

They burn and soothe with my ornamented verse and poems.

That prays and finds comfort in my compositions and poetry

Kindling passion and bringing solace through my strophic verses and my poetry.

إِذَا ذَكَرْتُ حُسَيْناً بِالْعِرَاقِ سَمَا

إِذَا ذَكَرْتُ حُسَيْناً بِالْعِرَاقِ سَمَا

وَجْدُ الْغَرِيبِ وَجَرَّ الذَّيْلَ ذُو الدَّارِ

وَجْدُ الْغَرِيبِ وَجَرَّ الذَّيْلَ ذُو الدَّارِ

Whenever I mention Husayn in Iraq, there rises

When I remember Hussein in Iraq it rains

Whenever I mention Husayn in Iraq, there soars

the stranger's yearning, and the householder trails his hem.

A stranger's fervor and the train of the long robe

The longing of the exile, while the resident trails his robes.