بِتَاجِرةٍ رِيحٌ أَرَاحَكَ بَرْدَهَا

إِلَهٌ مَتَى اسْتَرْحَمْتَهُ فَهْوَ يَرْحَمُ

With peddlers the wind has rested you with its coldness

A God, whenever you asked for his mercy, he is merciful

رَأَتْ عَصَبِي غَزْلاً وَجِسْمِي مَرَمَّةً

فَهَا هِيَ تُسْدِي كُلَّ يَوْمٍ وَتُلْحِمُ

She saw my temper is unspun and my body is worn

So here she is covering every day and mending