Please remember me, oh sad northern nights.
My dear asks about me in the sad northern nights.
My dear, I am a bird in the courtyards
My parents dedicated me to the sun and the roads
to traveling on the roads,
to your voice calling me over the distances.
It starts to tell me stories from the sad wind .
My dear, I love you on the road of sunset
in places where no houses or doors can hide us
(because) My fear is that the door will close
(Separate) between loved ones
And the sad nights will show up and make me cry.