1. O daughter of Rome, be not like
Athens amidst talk and chatter.

2. You buried the justice of God in His land,
So beware the evil of that consequence.

3. Your people are a folk who seek bloodshed
And frighten the birds, the birds of fantasy.

4. Inevitably, if they flew away with their minds
And became lost in their delusion.

5. This is Tripoli, and its rugged sons
Who arrange the rows of battle.

6. The fortresses of the Italians could not
Endure with patience the bombardment and the volley of arrows.

7. Until the populated city collapsed
Defiling the refuge of the precious treasures.

8. You were forbearing, oh if only you had not slipped
Then roar, for the crescent's clarity has come.

9. In your hand is the sickle, so reap with it
The lives of people who went astray into misguidance.