1. O son of war, you clothed me in a worn out garment
In which tatters are sown, and it is tattered

2. Return heedful, it has contended with time until
Every pillar of it is weakened and cracked

3. Its weaver has died, and his children have died
And grey hair has appeared among them as they aged

4. When its tatters collapse between its seams
They cry out

5. Its sound pleased me, and I said to my friend
It only sounds when there is cooking in it

6. The rents go on lengthwise and crosswise in it
As if they are gaping holes

7. An eagle of time, eagles of Luqman and the eaglets
If you compare them to it, are chicks