Taqsim

The mountain rolled dark(as if sudden blizzard)
And it closed in on two shepherds
Two shepherds-two comrades

One is asking: Let me go
My chosen(first) sweetheart is waiting for me
The other is asking: Let me go
My old? mother is waiting for me

The mountain spoke to them:
Listen to me you, two shepherds
A sweetheart is mourning one day till the other days noon
A mother is mourning till her grave