Zbardhon agimi I qete dhe bukur dita cel
The calm and beautiful dawn brightens and opens the day
Ere e malit grunoret perkedhel
The mountain breeze caresses the grains and cereals
Shiko aren e stolisur si margaritar
Look at the farm field as if adorned in pearls
Sikur eshte e qendisur me duaj kokerr ar.
As if embroidered with gold grain sheaves.
Fuqi te reja ne krahanor agimi zgjon
Energies stirs up in the chest by this dawn
Ngrihen duajt dhe gruri flakeron
The sheaves get picked up, the grains are like fire flames
Kur vjen mbremja ne fshat vallja zjen plot hare
When evening falls in the village, the dance is loud and joyful
Urojme njeri tjetrin per buken e re.
We congratulate each other on the new bread.