1. Stand in Rome and behold the matter and bear witness
That the King has a Sublime Owner

2. A state in the earth and ruins of a kingdom
Time has demolished its lofty structure

3. Its crown was ripped by calamities and cast
In the dust where I see its turban

4. Ruins near a garbage dump near an imprint
Like a book whose title time has erased

5. And statues as if realities augment
In clarity over the horizon and make it distinct

6. Whoever sees them says these are the kings
Of time, this is their dignity and composure

7. And remnants of temples and palaces
Between the taking of dilapidation and the resistance of firmness

8. Time has toyed with the clergy therein
And Belisarius did not bestow its purple

9. And great events took place here
And time thereafter continued its course

10. A religion went and a religion came and
The rule of a people declined and a king took its place

11. And those who amassed glory spilt
Blood of a despised people by preserving it

12. I wonder why people fight
Over the base world of temptation

13. A land that was for Christians, fiefs
Became the throne of patriarchs and the seat of religion

14. And nations that erase Jesus' sign
Then exalt his glory in the wilderness

15. And they insult the Master of the Soul dead
And honour his shroud after him

16. A topsy-turvy world and dreams of people
Competing in stupidity and wit

17. The vanity of legislation in laws and wisdom in ruling, passions and pardons
And no limit was surpassed, no dear belittled

18. Nor despised disgraced in you
No tribe untouched by you considers it

19. Its homeland, people in you become
Lords and your servants see multitudes as their boys

20. Where is an eastern or western kingdom lofty
That the sun envies its sultan at dawn

21. Able to transform kingdoms into institutions and provide its vastness with helpers
Where is wealth whose collected land tax and subjects

22. Are all treasurers while you are the treasury
Where are your nobles who tyrannized time

23. Until it made them taste its tyranny
Where is your judge whose mount it hosted

24. Where is your herald whose old age it respected
We have seen on you traces of sorrow

25. And from houses what you see are their griefs
Stop and ask time explicitly

26. Did it let its morn pass twice
Indeed, He who separated creations into nations

27. Made justice among them its scale
Shed your nights you have spent mourning

28. Rome's dominion shall not decline upon the earth