To Iraq, with love...

"Al Pacino: Okay here are these lines, repeat after me: "I don't want your money, I want your bookie's fucking money."

Matthew McCoughney: "I don't want your money, I want your bookie's money."

Al Pacion: You didn't say fuck. Is that a religious thing?

McCoughney: No, I just don't like saying it.

Pacino: You've a lot to learn. I can't feel your frustration, your pain that you have to share with me. You have to say fuck, man - let me know that you share my confusion."

This is a poem I received yesterday, I made some modifications here and there. I'm not much a poetic spirit so I translated it as I see fit, sometime sticking to meaning but occasionally trying to rhyme, I hope the meaning was kept intact.

p.s. Ladies'd better shy away now.

ك* اخت العراق البيه تربينه بي ما شفنا راحة و لا تهنينه

لا شفنه الفرح لا عشنه مثل الناس بس ضيم و قهر و امراض حط بينه

من ك* اخت العراق البيه تربينه

ك* اخت العراق الديح اولاده ما راد اليحبه و عشك جلاده

نزل بينا كل ضيم الله و عباده و خله الدنيا كلهه تشمت بينه

ك* اخت العراق البيه تربينه

ك* اخت العراق الما حفظ روحه يومية سرة يزتتنا للوحه

ناس اتفجرت و ناس مذبوحه جن واحد عدل و تشك مصارينه

من ك* اخت العراق البيه تربينه

ك* اخت العراق, و ك* اخت كاعه جن مركب جبير و ضايع اشراعه

اعمى و كطعوارجلينه و ذراعه لا بيه يكوم لا يزحف على ايدينه

ك* اخت الوطن البيه تربينه

ك* اخت العراق, وناسه, وترابه ما اريدك بعد تطلبني بطلابه

كاع اصبحت و اليحكمهه سلابه و كلهه تريد منه و ياهو يطينه

ك* اخت العراق البيه تربينه

ك* اخت العراق شماله و جنوبه لا صورة البقتله و لاله جرجوبه

كل ركعة شبر متخيطه بثوبه صدك يا ربي تقبل هذا تالينه

ك* اخت العراق البيه تربينه

ع*ر ب*يز العراق و طاح حظ الكراد الشيعه و السنة تناطحت و انا*ت بغداد

زمايل مكيفة بتاريخهه و الامجاد مثل النعامة الدافنة راسهه بطينة

من ك* اخت العراق البيه تربينه

ك* اخت الوطن اللزربته امريكا و كل الدول رادت وصلة من لكيكة

فرح بينا العدو و كلمن رفع بيكه اذا طاح الكوي تكثر سجاجينه

ك* اخت العراق البيه تربينه

ك* اخت العراق الماله كل ميزة يا ريس يجيه يني*ه من *يزه

لعب ويانه لعبة طم الخريزة كلساعه يضمهه ويضحك علينه

من ك* اخت العراق البيه تربينه

عراق النشامى من جاهم حيدرة كدامه صفكوا عفطوله من ورة

ابنه صدكهم انذبحت معشره بس صدام النه كل يوم خارينه

ك* اخت وجه العراق البيه التربينه

Fuck Iraq, the country in which we were raised

No comfort have we seen, never we were at peace
never like normal people, never we were at ease
A whirlwind of misery, bitterness and disease
So Fuck Iraq, The country of which you are so pleased

Fuck Iraq, and fuck every part of this crap
Like a large wooden boat which has long lost its map
Like a blind man with chopped legs and arms snapped

It cannot stand up, forever falling on its face
so Fuck Iraq, the country in which we were born and raised

Fuck Iraq, fuck its people and its land
I don't want anymore of its plegdes and commands
A people that are and ruled by thieves, bandits and gangs
Nobody lifts his finger, but yet everyone demands
So fuck the country of the two rivers and sand

Fuck Iraq, fuck its north and its south
Not an image has remained and not even a shambling poster
Every inch of its cloth is ragged and wretched
Like a beggar awaiting rain with a dirty, open mouth

Fuck Iraq, the country which never did I doubt

Fuck Iraq and fuck these goddamn Kurds
Sunnis and Shiites fight while Baghdad is burned
Donkeys who bray about history and its mirth
Like an Ostrich which buried its head in the earth
Oh FUCK the country in which we've been given birth

Fuck this country, which America gnarled and ate
And now everybody wants a share of the cake
Raise your glasses, the loot is at stake
And when the strong falls, the prey becomes the snake
Fuck this country in which we were born and raised

Fuck Iraqis, who failed the Imam alive

but after he's long passed, they mourn for their own crime

His son bought their words, they fled in time of might

Only the iron fits us, so let Saddam feed us shite

So please fuck this country may it get out of my sight