Baghdad, you are my beloved...
Do not be ashamed.
Since existence, you were created for me,
O Baghdad.
I loved your face... and love is a tale.
Like blood, it flowed through my joints.
I painted the streets with the beautiful twilight.
I thought the streets held my fingertips.
How many poems of our love the breeze sang.
And my homes rose high above the hills.
I swear by your love...
no homeland is adorned
Except with the tears of the eye.
You will not wear kohl
No, I will not forget the day
I came to you, enamored
And my streams danced near the Euphrates
And the waves of the Tigris whispered: Here I am
Water of happiness... linger with me
I entrusted to you a childhood that delights
To claim my emotions and my contemplation
I wrote my name on the lip of morning
I am the son of Iraq... I am... if you ask
No matter how far I go...
I will not prolong my wandering
So, shine, adorn yourself, and be pampered
For I am I believe this wonderful verse:
"There is no love but for the first love."
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