Grant a beautiful shawl, azure blue piece of cloth,
With an ornament edge and with golden swirls .
I will never hide it, I will wear your gift,
Nobody would know that you’d give it to me.
Ice will cover the banks, and you’ll be far away,
And I know a shawl’s not a ring anyway,
But I won’t feel alone, and the grief won’t be strong,
Then the days will be short and the nights won’t be long.
If at dark cruel night or in sunny daytime
You'll forget everything, that connects our lives,
I won’t ask you of reason, I won’t say: ‘Why, my dear?’
I will take off the shawl with a knot made by me.