1. I had no throne for it to be stained, my throne
How many wounds have I been wounded, O she of the shelter

2. My veil in time is my concealment, and it buried me
In clothes too delicate for glances and cushions

3. I have drunk water from cracked jugs
Wealthy without harsh judgments and green carpets

4. And I have indulged in matters, so my feet turned
From riding beasts and saddlebags

5. O mother of Dafar, truly I have loved you so
What mountain goat have you left without a herd?

6. Lighten the glottal stops for me in tribulations
And make me recite the readings of Warsh