Maiden's song

Ah, and you, my cool river!

Ah, and you, my red little rose!

How can you bloom to me so early?

I have no one to pick you for!

Shall I pick you for my mother?

No mother have I, an orphan!

Shall I pick you for my sister?

Ah, no, long ago was she married off.

Shall I pick you for my brother?

But he has gone to the field of battle.

Shall I pick you for my sweetheart?

Far away, alas, does my sweetheart languish!

On the other side of those three green mountains,

On the other side of those three cool rivers!