كَأَنَّ بِلادَ اللَهِ وَهيَ عَريضَةٌ

عَلى الخائِفِ المَذعورِ كُفَّةُ حابِلِ

As if the lands of God, though vast,

Were to the frightened refugee like a child’s ball,

يُؤَدّى إِلَيهِ أَنَّ كُلَّ ثَنِيَّةٍ

تَيَمَّمَها تَرمي إِلَيهِ بِقاتِلِ

Flung at him, so that every vale

He fled to seemed to launch a killer at him.