1. With my soul, not with my honorable fathers,
A young fawn I played with,

2. When the bitter cold recedes from Mount Tuwan,
Our fires heat up during the hot days,

3. And if clouds didn’t veil it, we wouldn’t know
That the full moon rises veiled,

4. A playful friend with enduring sorrows,
Whose tears flow freely and zeal is cherished,

5. His tears race towards the valleys,
And his lament resembles the turtledoves' coos,

6. Reminiscing when lightning flashed at night,
The days of playtime and organized lifestyle,

7. And a spacious palace with wide halls,
Where the train of love glides,

8. And the palm of companionship knitted for us,
Braids of reunion in the path of purpose,

9. And the tears of our connection have quenched our bond,
And revived our covenant, the covenant of clouds.