Upon the mountains above our village,
A garden of roses is located.
I shall arise at early morn
with the singing birds;
I shall bring my beloved a flower
from the field of Reds,
Knowing, I am his and he is mine forevermore.
I have descended the mountain towards our village,
Roses in my hair intertwined,
But my beloved is not at home,
Silence amongst the rooms.
There, in the river by our village,
My beloved did not return in the night;
He has found another lover and my heart was broken.
No, God, make him come,
I am waiting for him day and night.
No, I have no strength to wait for another day.
Sad roses, and he is not here.