1. Do not wonder at the tatters of his garment,
Its linen has been worn down upon the moon.

2. O you who related the water's flowing gentleness,
And inverted it into the harshness of stone!

3. O moon! Your robe and your visage -
Beware of tatters hanging by a thread!

4. If only my fortune were like your garment's
Against your body, O singular among men!