We passed by you Hammad,
while we were travelling on a night train
we heard the sound of grinding coffee
and we smelled a scent of cardamom
O, train shout angrily
Eagerly shout, please once more
Their loving passion comes up and down
Under ribs and over the bosom
As a sand grouse perched under ears of corn
Hammad is the ever lover, I should confess
The cold breeze of dawn makes me startled
As well as the Golden Lira becomes excited
O, the train, you remind me our childhood's joy
We passed by you Hammad,
while we were travelling on a night train.
we heard a sound of grinding coffee
and we smelled a scent of cardamom
The story
Once upon a time, a traveler went from Baghdad to Basra riding on a nightly train and on the set next to him a woman at her 30-year-old sat there. As the journey was boring, they began chatting each another telling their stories and when the train passed by a village near the railway, the woman sighed a deep breath and looked worried. The fellow traveler asked her " why" wanting to know the reason.
The woman in a passionate speech said:
Here in this village and pointed out , I have loved my cousin since our childhood and we both loved each another.
My lover dwelled in this village as well, but as our love became publicized to all the region; the rural tradition cruelly prevents such love and every love should break of the relation at once and I myself left the area from that time and went to Baghdad to live in. Now I know nothing what happened to my cousin lover and she bitterly cried. The man was a poet and at once imagined the situation and wrote the verses which lastly became a famous song in Iraq.
Also here a video I upload ( the origin song)