1. He walks in a dress of woven misfortune
Leaning on the bone of his leg, outstretched

2. Wrapped around his head is a turban of clouds
He cried his longing and yearned for the ruins

3. And called out with a groan and wailing
Who will bring bread for a heart filled with sorrow

4. And a soul longing for a little comfort
My soul cannot aspire to feasts

5. The value of weddings is lost to me
Give me a lute and tell that one to sing

6. I do not cry for lost dwellings