Heydar Baba, it thunders, rains and streams overflow,
Fields awaken with the light of spring.
The sun gleams on the fresh greens,
Heydar Baba, mountains remember you.

Heydar Baba, your hills have turned green,
Your springs run full, your earth has flowered.
On your peaks, the echoes of laughter,
Heydar Baba, youth has returned.