Oh, the Urals, you’re my Urals.
The great and the white Urals!
Under the clouds is your head
You went higher, my Urals!
My song is about you,
About my love to you.
Together with the full moon
You’re dressed with gold, my Urals.
So with the morning dawn
The Urals sparkles with silver.
A long your sides, the Urals,
The dark forests stood up,
And at your feet the Urals
The steppe – the green beauty
The white snow flowers blossoming in the meadows,
And the flowers, and the nightingales
They’re rendering the honor to Allah.
The birds tune honors loudly,
The first bright sunny beam.
And the sunny beam dawn
Just sees off, growing quiet.
Oh, you my Urals, my Urals,
The giant white Urals!
I’ve lost all the words
How to sing of you, the Urals?
So, begin to play, my kurai,
The song so that it would enter the heart,
And glorifying the Urals and all our land. We’ll glorify them without end.