Hashim Al Fahd
.1.
Pack up to
Baghdad and protect her
And substitute sorrows
For joys and establish them
Pardon me Aba Tijan
Gloom has descended
Therein
.2.
Her children had departed
Some slain
Avenues closed in on them
Burning in fire
My sir
You're the hope
Hurry up to save her
.3.
Malice destroyed her
Evil besieged her
And outrage ravaged her
Made her forget the past
Baghdad has become ill
My Sheikh will you treat her
.4.
Humiliation descended upon her
And violence her, devastated
Some at a loss about her
For the horror therein
Pardon me, Aba Tijan
Her waterwheels have become dry