The maiden and the rose

Ah! my cool waterspring!

Ah! my rose, rosy-red!

Why did you bloom forth so prematurely,

Should I pick you, oh rose of mine?

I have no one to whom I could give you!

If I picked you for my mother:

My mother rests deep in her grave!

If I broke you gladly for my sister:

My sister has departed with her foreign spouse!

If I broke you for my brother:

My brother has gone forth into battle!

If I broke you, ah! for my beloved:

Ah! my beloved is far and distant!

Beyond three green mountain ranges, far away!

Beyond three cool wide waters!