Today is the light of the moon,
And your hand is the light of the honeycomb.
Where are you
coming from,
O beautiful Mehle?
Where are you coming from,
Where are you, where are you?
Where are you, where are you?
I will say,
you are in a crowded place.
I will say,
you are in a crowded place.
The bride has crossed the mountain,
Her hand is the blue of the sky.
Let me see how your next step is.
