Your precipice mountains are a place of plain.
It is a place of rest of the eagle,
Its is place of walking of deer, roe,
Grandiose, slender Durja pasture
I have been of your admirer from the beginning,
Durja pasture with fresh beauty
Colorful flowers, green meadow,
Thousand worded Durja pasture.
Your steppes are a patterned carpet,
Your precipice mountains, fields,
Your skies are as if chandelier,
Beautiful natured Durja pasture
It is slopes with springs at your breast,
They are guests observing in your bosom,
It is springs charming the souls,
Durja pasture with merciful air
Water of your river looks like a crystal,
There is beauty of each month.
Cool summer weather is a cure,
Durja pasture with wise healing
Breezing days that stimulate to work,
Dewy fields where sheep grazes.
Merry songs of shepherd’s pipe,
Durja pasture with high charming.
