1. O mantle of the sons of Nubakht, wait, for I see you
Flirting with the embroidered cloak of the sons of War.

2. I implore you not to refuse the journey of a night
And have patience for roaming the east and the west.

3. My little mantle, my little mantle, the path between us
So do not leave the fearful gap without a patch.

4. And do not think I will not sing of her
Who entertains me with it at gatherings and in drinking.

5. So grant me my right in winter, for I will not see
The acceptance of a mantle from you in hot summer.

6. And patience, for the free man seeks to be blamed
To prove himself, while the slave seeks insult and beating.