Iraq... you Iraq and you
Your generations have no limits
Extended from grandchildren to ancestors
You are promised to have a great life
No matter how they violate charters and covenants
You are envoy for your grace and your goodness
Which were out for every blowing and thriving
Your land will grow green and bloom with flowers
You will remain immortal uniform with fixed boundaries
Despite the nose of all envy, foolish and foolish
Like Gilgamesh, the researcher of immortality
By the protection of the Lord our God Creator
And spare of your children soldiers
We all help you in the hardship and be your supporter
If it happened and you suffered a recession
Tomorrow you will rise from your captivity like the lion
You will get the target and your desired goal
Your flag stays high in the sky
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