When my heart becoming sad sometimes
Forests come to my help.
When birds gathered at the breast.
Forests pull me to them….
When spring comes to this motherland,
When pride comes to mountains, rocks,
When first appearing fruit comes to open tables,
As if forests are increased in the earth.
When nightingales song together,
When wind bends green branches,
When flower opens, fruit ripens.
Forests throw out a loneliness stone.
Drakes swim in blue lakes,
Partridges fly in the velvet meadow.
Springs join its poems to mine,
Forests join its sounds to mine.
When pitiless hunters set a trap,
When gazelle is hunted, when deer is shot,
Sound of bullet comes in the lowland,
Forests drown to mourning of the years.
With sounds of spring flowing from rocks,
With sounds of leaf shivering nearby,
With merry sound of Tetra, gu-gim.
Forest rests, gets satisfied, and sleeps.
