1. يا اِبنَ حَربٍ كَسَوتَني طَيلَساناً

    مَلَّ مِن صُحبَةِ الزَمانِ وَصَدّا

    O son of Harb, you clothed me in a taylasan cloak

    grown weary of time’s company, turning away.

  2. فَحَسبِنا نَسجَ العَناكِبِ لَو قي

    سَ إِلى ضُعفِ طَيلَسانِكَ سُدّا

    So we would judge spiders’ weaving, if compared

    with your cloak’s frailty, to be a dam.

  3. إِن تَنَفَّستُ فيهِ يَنشَقُّ شَقّا

    أَو تَنَحنَحتُ فيهِ يَنقَدُّ قَدّا

    If I breathe in it, it splits wide open;

    or clear my throat in it, it rips apart.

  4. طالَ تَردادُهُ إِلى الرَفوِ حَتّى

    لَو بَعَثناهُ وَحدَهُ لَتَهَدّى

    It has been sent for darning so often that

    if we sent it alone, it would find its way.