Abbas Jijan

You the eye and closer than the eyelid you

You the father who take in his hands his son and daughter

And in the oneness of Allah the whole people you Shiites and Sunnis

Who said I forget you does the moon forget its timing

If would heart beating deny its pulse

But your passion so an obvious love

All people's love are secrets and unspoken  

You became Saturday in a Jew trust

Have you ever seen a Jew break off his Saturday?

You are the knight who outrun wind blowing

I think not other horses outrun him

From your soil make the kohl of eyes

And medicine whose illness chronic

And from your mud we henna the brides' eyelids

And with every joyous finger snap

Your soil smell revive the soul

Cardamom saffron amber in each smell

And like your heel soil we never found similar soil  
 
Prayer wash performed from his soil mud

Al Murtada Al Karrar could sleep therein

Abu Al Hasanain with whom all people seek protection in omen and fortune

And therein sleep at Karbala Al Hussein

Who did not sold his belt nor surrendered his neck

And Al Abbas standard remained with you

To whom walked…the slope of the Euphrates and kissed him from the lip

Since I left you when dissension expelled me

It looked as if I forgot my heart which with you I entrusted

Transplanted on the ridge of the good Tigris  

And with the mud of shores I attached

And its roots extended on the very bottom there

And from the waters of the Tigris and Euphrates I baptized it

And when he could move about between people

I took it with me to Al Kadhim to visit the window

And true now I have become from the Netherlands

Dutch nationality and with jellied hair  

And thus I acclimatized with the West for a time  

And became odd like them and the salt detested

And true I became like them talking their language

And Arabic tongue in foreign language I toned

But I do not know what happens to me when your birds pass by

I feel you like July warmth and heat

The world forgot the 11th of September

You became his headline story

Some say we have to occupy it and drain the oil

Make up for what lost and steal his blessing

Other say besiege must endure

Some say we must disarm

Others say a guilt his children died of starvation

And some say he deserved he had not thanked God nor maintained his grace

How beautiful you why jealous the countries of you

They have not the glory you honored with

You, the first homeland Adam placed his foot on, and said o God you are part of the heaven

You the first home country where Abraham prophet invoked God to protect with His Mercy and Glory

You the first homeland berth Noah Ark landed

 And you the first homeland in which Job prophet kneeled down his riding camel

 And you're the first homeland who taught the world the alphabet and write history

And you're the first homeland enacted the first legislation

You're the first homeland like highland the good morning sun thereat raises

You're the first homeland not like other homelands

Glory to God how He portrayed him  

The picture of Iraq only fitting to us

And we're fitting to him but in high time

Those people of infidelity what they wanted from you

If anyone aware thereof they would not have come to you

Your pocket had not been yours when Arabs used to call on you

Dear fortunes here and there squandered  

But when you fell down nobody came to help and your bleeding as wax tears pouring out

You remained alone bleeding in the field while your children wailing over you

While you whine like no any other butchered before

You disguised your wound as though indifferent

Lest gloaters might see you lying down and rejoice at that

How your stubborn nature greater than the Ah (if)

And greater than their faithlessness how lucky you're

How many invaders passed by and moved away

With years passing by while he donned in disgrace

They ended up in dump site cursed by history

Our home soil resist relentlessly the invader's and occupant's foot

Our homeland soil very precious and dearer than ourselves