Larg ne kreshtat e Mirdites
Away on mountaintops of Mirdite1
Ka hedh rrenje nje gur i kuq
A red rock is still and settled
Ktu, thone fjalet e legjendes
Here, say the words of the legend,
U ndez rrepte lufta me turq
A fierce battle was fought with Turks2
Erdhen vite erdhen shekuj
Years came, centuries came
Mbi llogore rriten n’mur
On the trenches wall’s growing
Lulezon e kurre nuk vyshket
Blooming and never fading
Nji zambak i bardhe ne gur
A white lily on the rock
O zambak i bukur-o
O handsome lily
Pse po çel petale
Why do you bloom petals?
Do flladit une trimat-o
To freshen up the braves
Qe kane rane ne male.
who fell in the mountains.
O zambaku i gurit-o
O lily of the rock
Pse çel ne bjeshknaje
Why do you bloom in highland?
Kujtoj partizanet o
To remember the partisans
Shqipe mbi keto maje.
Eagles on these peaks.
Lart ne shkrepa midis malesh
Up high on the cliffs of mountains
Gjuri i Kuq rrufete i prêt,
Red rock affronts lightening strikes,
Lart e ngre shqipja flamurin
High up the eagle raises the flag
Dhe bllokades grusht i jep
Punching forcefully the blockade
Kalojne dite e kalojne vite
Days pass and years pass
Por nji gja s’e harrojme kurre
But one thing we don’t forget
Se lulezon edhe nuk vyshket
That it blooms and never fades
Nji zambak i bardhe ne gur.
A white lily on the rock3