|Ben ainakh kchumnayeh gyashik djopati
Djoshita Khadiaha basela gati.
Gutyeleh omidi ou kheli govati
bes gam let garboni zalum chaporta.
|Look at my face with your black eyes,
even though it be but once a year.
I have lost my hope and my strength.
Why don't you come near me, cruel girl?
|Ben ainakh kchumnaye bdo komerkh daika
minder dakh moblitervat merkh deeyeh djivanta.
Imen takhrin shimakh ulekh kitelka
Khemtu nadj vudli chara myatevin.
|At the thought of your trim figure and your black eyes
I'm pained and thin, a young man like me.
Just remembering your name I lose myself,
just thinking of a girl as lovely as you.
|Pluta vut lukhdara byomane de ida
aino gnivo kchume gomo rakiduh.
Kheli kha munshukta bhaliba kitelka
kehmta nadjep vhdi chara myatuh vundj.
|You went walking one holiday,
your black eyes and eyebrows, your trim figure...
Beautiful girl, help or I die.
Give me one passionate kiss.
|Pluta vut lukhdara amkhavar takh
embikyukh kyertani raprope lepatakh,
bwili khakhobra tanouye gatakh
Ina sdeuili men eh kyapurta khatakh.
|When you went walking with your sister,
your hair trickling over your eye,
I wanted to speak to you,
but I was afraid of your sister.
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