Kančap iyley berbes irgi
(How could it not hurt?)

Čadaanyŋ bažïnaidan
Čagan xarnyŋ erivezin
Čarash kara kulugurnuŋ
Sagïžïmdan ïravazïn

Xöndergheiniŋ bažïnaida
Xörtuk kharnïng erivezin
Xölčuŋ xara ol bir xeyniŋ
Xöreeoidan ïravazïn

Adïr budum ezengide
Kančap dongha berbes čüvel
Al-la sagïsh ol bir xeyde
Kančap iyley berbes čüvel?
In the upper part of Chadaana
the snow wouldn't melt.
The beautiful black-haired rogue
wouldn't leave my thoughts.

When I was walking down from Xöndergei,
it was a little windy.
As I parted from my dear one,
he/she gazed after me.

A foot in the stirrup,
doesn’t it get cold?
When my love and I part,
how could it not hurt?