1. No flower blossoms, nor does he blow,
Swaying at the edge of the morning breeze,

2. A supple branch of olive did not flutter for him,
No art was composed for him by a singer.

3. His echo is of eternal wisdom,
It is silent, neither chirping nor speaking.

4. Its nourishment is of divine mercy,
Bestowed by a hovering angel.

5. It takes peace as a holy poem,
With which the happy peacemaker sings.

6. If its call rang in a battalion’s hearing,
Raging with fierce flames, wavering,

7. The swords would bow down to it humbly,
And curl up over the ground, writhing,

8. O hallway of Geneva, satiated,
From a stream with blood of victims flowing,

9. A spring whose chain of souls pours forth,
And flows over its banks, diffusing fragrance,

10. Gushing noisily through the skulls,
Its waves from every vein bursting forth.

11. What has afflicted you that no lark
Opens its wings out of fear on your sides?

12. A voice from Italy, most sublime and resolute,
Boasting amongst mankind.

13. The silent bombs deceived it when
They set out to threaten ruin and gesticulate.

14. Crazy for death, the madness of its iron,
And its worshipper a danger that terrifies and rages.

15. A fool, if it touched the eyelids of the lofty,
It would crumble down from the heights, crashing.

16. Drunk on the wine of death, it raves openly
With melodies of arrogance it embroidered.

17. Mute, if its clamor spoke, it would deafen
The ear of life, which cannot grasp its expression.

18. Pregnant with the progeny of fire, oh what disaster
If it gave birth, doom sweeps the wilderness.

19. How it frightened Israel when it fluttered about
Frolicking over the corpses of servants and cavorting!

20. Ask the nation of Ethiopia how it panicked
And swayed on the banks of the Nile, tottering.

21. The mountains could not shelter its fleeing
Or alleviate its moaning under the caves.

22. Its tents in war, if you saw them,
Are flames on the bosom of hills, flickering.

23. They are tongues of truth whose message spread
Bursting out from suppressed fervor!

24. O Lord, blackened by its shadow is the forehead,
Its traits in chaos become distinct.

25. The faith of resolute souls prays to it during strife
Then it lingers, illuminated by its glow.

26. It confronts tyrants with determination, if it met
The iron heart, it would drip with blood spilling forth!

27. O stubborn knight of Rome, greetings
From a poet who comes to you dissenting.

28. His melodies in the Nile, sorrow made him lose,
Though they glorify the beloved homeland.

29. Innocently singing, so if she approached,
The gloating of foes would wound her.

30. She cried over a usurped freedom,
Her poets lamenting in every abyss.

31. What harm if the reckless chaos
Was given respite by a forgiving folk?

32. Their homelands - O mercy for their fate!
A hope for the killers of tyrants and their ambition.

33. They panicked from the raids that choke their air
So the deaf one supplicates death and exhales.

34. God purify it into pleasant air,
Like a garden imbued with fragrant blossoms.

35. But the son of dust has spoiled it,
Adversity, ruinous, destroying and corrupting!