I did not own cooking vessels and had therefore to borrow them. In addition the winter season abruptly set in. I could not help sighing, seeing that the other women had their husbands (to keep them cosy and happy).
Note: The above verse may also be translated as under: I have absolutely no good acts to my credit. In fact I subsisted only on the accommodating tolerance of others. Suddenly the death overtook me. On the other side of this world, I was left with sighs alone. On the other hand those with good record achieved the sublime felicity of enjoying Allah’s favours.

"Borrowed pots are on my stove,
Winter's cold winds now blow,
looking at other's husbands, deep sighs I heave.

I borrowed utensils and set them on cooking fire,
Then came the severs cold winter,
Seeing other women with their consort, I sigh and sigh.