1. No peace, no peace my heart finds in your ruins
And my soul cannot cease wandering in estrangement

2. There is nothing in peace that comforts the sorrowful
Except for its roaring sea, tumultuous and murky

3. And I reckon, when its waves accumulated
The scum foamed amidst it in turbid froth

4. So it has become a settlement for the Jews, for long
It has flourished with the noteworthy and men of high rank

5. Like Ibn Hassoun Al-Ridha and Ibn Ashir
So enough of a coward, enough of an inky pen

6. Honor it, since every glorious one has lodged it
And dishonor it, since it has become the abode of blasphemy