I Lalla went forth in the hope of blooming like a cotton flower
Many a blow did the ginner and the carder give to me
And the spinning woman spun me into a fine yarn
The weaver stretched me on his loom with a kick
But when the washerman dashed me on the washing stone
And rubbed me hard with fuller‟s earth and soap
And the tailor‟s scissors cut me piece by piece
Then did I, Lalla, obtain the way of the Supreme.