(The hero speaks to this heart that urged him to go in search of riches)
It will be the very end of my youth,
Should I decide to leave my unforgettable beloved here
And tread unmindful, the hazardous and narrow path amidst hills.
It is a path, where a red-legged Vanka hen*
Which got separated from its loving mate
Very often calls out in short intervals
In its flute-sweet voice
Fearing that her mate might have been lifted away
And eaten by a pouncing kite.
* A kind of wild bird.