|I was looking for my sweetheart's grave,
And longing was tearing my heart.
Without love my heart felt heavy, I cried to the night -
"Where are you, my Suliko? "
Alone among the thorns of the bush,
A lone rose was blooming,
My heart was beating hard, I had to ask it:
"Where have you hidden Suliko?".
A nightingale hid with bated breath,
In the branches of the rose thorn,
Gently, then, I asked him if he was the one,
If he had any news of Suliko?
The Nightingale lifted his head high,
And sang a loud clear song to the stars.
His eyes held a gleam, and he cocked his head,
As if to tell me "Yes, yes, I know Suliko!"
For the confirmation nightingale
Ashamed and band softly down,
Dew and pearl of heavenly tale,
Shed as a tear on the ground.
Star was illuminating us,
Beams had been came out from her,
And I asked her heedlessly, fuss,
Are you my Suliko mere?
Confirmation gave with twinkling,
Spread beams really sad,
While in ear by whispering,
Breeze identically make me glad.