1. Your best consolation is in the blood shed
And yearn for the Lord of the roaring cannon

2. Rest on the vast land and rely
In every affliction on the cannons

3. And if you can, make your crime
Abominable, and suffice with the papers

4. And accept our defeats as a false victory
That satisfies the naivety of tastes there

5. Hypocrisy has become the basis of our societies
No society left without hypocrisy

6. It saddens me the reluctance of my nation
Of its right, and increases my burden

7. If I said a thousand poems and a poem
Whose fragments came out from the depths

8. It would not stir a dead conscience
The nights of life passed in failure

9. The followers of Moses, their discord is united
Calf came and horizons brought them

10. And they came to crush my faith and dignity
And sanctities after my bondage

11. And I am as you see me living confused
Between black hatred and conflict

12. Is it fit for me to derive my law
From an unbeliever in the Creator's law?

13. A people who call corruption progress
And named dancing a delicate sport

14. And wine, the spirit of drinking and so
Life goes on with its shining wickedness

15. Life goes on with us as you see
Between a cup of wine and an embrace

16. Love of debauchery distracted me
From jihad, do you want honor from the wicked?