I was looking for my sweetheart’s grave,
And longing was tearing my heart.
Without love my heart felt heavy –
Where are you, my Suliko?
Among fragrant roses, in the shadow,
Brightly a nightingale sang his song.
There I asked the nightingale
Where he had hidden Suliko.
Suddenly the nightingale fell silent
And softly touched the rose with the beak
“You have found what you are looking for,” he said,
In an eternal sleep Suliko is resting here.