Sǩidamuşi va meçu şuri him
Existence has not given him will to live
Gurimuşi iucu
He listened to his heart
Moxt̆i uǯu himus
Come, said to him
Gema, zuğa do abja
Mountain, sea, and river
Va moxelu ham kiana ma
This world has not given me happiness
Bzirareyi p̌eya
I wonder if I can find
Dixo-ǯunate na dolovincirare
Where I can lie in peace
Vidiǩoyi p̌eya P̌etraşa
Shall I go to Petra
Doviyiǩoyi p̌eya lett̆a cari
Shall I fall prey for earth?