إذا جعْسوسُ جاءَ الى صَلاةٍ

وطالَعنا بطَلْعَتِهِ النّجِيسَهْ

When a spy comes to pray

And looks at us with his filthy gaze,

رأيْنا منْ يَديْهِ ومن قَفاهُ

صَليباً قد أطلّ علَى كَنيسَهْ

We see in his hands and on his nape

A cross looming over a church