Since Sulaymaniyya settled in Iraq
I've heard no such melodies
O carriers to the abode of the beloved
My longing for your caravan has grown
Cast wisdom into the living river and drink wine
To the melody of the young people of Iraq
The spring of life is in the pasture of your protection
May God protect you, O covenant of our meeting
Come, cupbearer, give me a heavy flask
May God be your provider from a generous cup
Youth brings back to my mind
The dance of the lute and the cupbearer's swirling hand
Give me the eternal wine so that, drunk and happy
I may scatter the rest of my life to my friends
My heart has turned to blood from not seeing my friend
Alas, what a misfortune these days of separation are
Do not underestimate the tears after you
For how many deep seas are from small rivulets
For a moment, be united with the well-wishers
Treasure the accidental occurrences
Sing, O sweet-singing minstrel
In Persian poetry, with an Iraqi voice
A very happy wedding, O rose-faced girl
But sometimes a divorce is befitting
A single Messiah is worthy
To make a covenant with the sun
The union of friends is not our destiny
Recite Hafiz's ghazals of separation