Ali rode his horse to the top of the Nurhak Mountain
Came to the Crater Lake 
And took refuge in the cave
He had enough food 
And water to believe he would survive the winter
When the cold winds blew 
He huddled around a fire and dreamed of Zohre 
But there was something strange about the mountain 
And that cave in winter
The harsh wind 
And biting snow roared past the open mouth of the cave
A deafening noise that invaded Ali’s peace
The cave in which he took refuge 
Became a trap with a maddening noise
A constant buzzing that he could not escape

When winter passed 
Ali was found dead in the cave
With his handwriting on the wall
‘I didn’t die from hunger or thirst 
I died because of the buzzing of the mountains

When Zohre heard of Ali’s death 
She took her own life to join him

My delicate lover I can’t forget you
Even days, months, years have passed
How to take the sweetness out of my memory
Know that, you are in my heart, in left side

Thinking now, the state of your timid heart
Your eyes staring with the beauty of seasons
I couldn’t even dare to kiss you
All my stories with you, lined up today

These majestic mountains remind me of you
I am miserable while you are far away
In these rugged mountains without you
I have sent you love songs on the wings of the birds

Thinking now, the state of your timid heart
Your eyes staring with the beauty of seasons
I couldn’t even dare to kiss you
All my stories with you, lined up today