Wandering, I leaned against a wilow
I got colored to the red of the willow, bride, I got colored
I trusted to the beloved one dearly
But I trusted in vain (lit. The branches I took a hold on, gave away)
Let me die, let me die
Let me die for your tongue (means the way she sepaks sweetly)
for your tongue, bride for your tongue*
High mountains, did I do any harm to you?
I lost my beloved, secreatly I look for her, bride, I look for her
I inquire about my love by anyone who passes by
The branches I took a hold on, gave away
Let me die, let me die
Let me die for your tongue
for your tongue, bride, for your tongue
On the high mountain top I'm building a tent
In to the tent I'm scattering rose petals, bride I'm scattering rose petals
I will steal my love away and flee to the mountains
The branches I took a hold on, gave away
Let me die, let me die
Let me die for your tongue
for your tongue, bride for your tongue