In Shirinja, where the pines whisper from the sky,
On the paths leading to the world of silence,
The field is gently sheltered by an ancient forest,
And dreams ripen like ripe dreams.
The air here is as clear as the tears of spring.,
Every step is a mystery that takes the heart away.,
The houses have an old—fashioned comfort, as in Fet's poems.,
Sounds of nature — everyone sounds like they're singing here.
To a land where peace brings joy in the dark,
Shirinje is a fairy tale that lives in the heart.,
And just like in the tenderness in the poems about love,
Everyone will find their inspiration in it — the result.