1. We are cotton-clad, and you are wool-clad;

    for finery, my cotton is enough for me.

  2. You traverse lands, belly and back;

    your striving is only for loins and belly.

  3. My Creator protected me, and so I lived; were it not for

    fear of Him, I would say: I wish He had not protected me.

  4. My body is a rag sewn to the earth;

    so, O stitcher of the worlds, stitch me.

Sol 6