Jashil Oy ran across the green woods Two rivers flow into Jashil Oy From one of them another one flows towards Jashil Oy's East There are five brothers with their sister in Jashil Oy land There are five wounds in Jashil Oy's heart They are against each other In the battle, five brothers flow into Jashil Oy Between the precipice and the coast In the narrow gorges among sharp stones
Heart pulses - man lives And he hears as if someone laugh Intangible, invisible, inaudible Water's smell with the taste of gra** She laughs But the whisper of water and gra** is still And the rivers are filled with silent laugh In the deepest sorrow the gra** will rustle And the eyelids will be closed by light wind When a head will fall on a chest