Oh Hunter, Don't shoot me down
I'm the doe of -oh my child- this mountain
I am both the doe of this mountain and I am also hurt
I was shot by a hunter -oh my child- I've already been hurt
I threw a rock, It fell into the stream
A couple of cranes flew -my child- from the stream
I fell in love with you
With whom you -my child- fell in love?
Gazelles wander around the this mountain
Stones pound -my child- their nails
What have I done to my beloved that
My beloved wanders around like this without me