Colo-n jos catre apus, soare nu-i pe cer in sus; 
Ci e nor s-ntunecime, unde muntii varsa foc, 
In ogasu din adinc, da fiara rau pazit, 
Da naluca, umbra... ocolit. 
Natotu, al din tat facut! 
Vara-ncuiata, n-codru dasfrunzit. 
Vilva padurii, glasu zmeilor, flacara tuna, 
Dupa cer ascuns da luna; plina luna. 
Si pe suieru vintului, din fundu pamintului 
Sura Boghii cind racneste, tat 
Apusu cotropeste, 
Virfu Retezat da munte in cea parte jar arunca, 
Lumea-ntreaga o vrajeste, spiritu cum navaleste. 
Colo intre 
Alb si Negru 
Cris, Codru 
Muma sa inalta, 
Vajnice mioarele haladuiesc-l, peste vai da munti maiestri, 
Magura cea 
Vinata, intr-o clipa-o bintura. 
Si cind baciu incet s-hodineste, intre brazi, carari si pajuri, 
Barba-n boata s-o propteste, oile ii sint prin preajma, in 
Barsa Cohanului. 
Tat pamint da sub cutremura, tulburi izbucuri imprejur tisnesc, 
In adinc, in vajnice palate, apa navalnic razbate, modelind pamint si piatra. 
Singe d-al naturii-ntrupat. 
Sus pe Cerna-n sus, prin muntii carunti, 
Prin brazii marunti, prin fagii da munti, 
S-aud brazii suspinind si fagii murmurind 
Cind vineaza muntii. 
Muntii, Bucegii! 
Bratu-i buzdugan, mintea arunjan. 
Vintu il hranea, apa-l imbraca, focu il pazea, da pamint ferea. 
Si la moartea-i, cadea-va o stea, 
Un brad rasarea, drept din fruntea-i, inalta. 
In padurea bradului, bradului viteazului, 
Brad ma-nalta, purta, 
Da tat ma dascatusa, d-asta lumea. 
Si brad sa fie! 
D-aci in vecinicie! 
Negura-nchegata si dascatusata, da dincolo lin purtata, asezata... 
Da pa bradu codrilor, din sus virfu muntilor 
La stina da sub piatra deasa, cu poiana-ntunecoasa 
Unde izvora 'neghetata 
Naruja cea blastamata, intre nalte drepte stinci 
Pa loc magic inconjoara, noaptea ce lin coboara... [English translation:] 
Down there, towards dusk, not a trace of sun. 
Only clouds and darkness, where the mountains pour out fires 
On a path in the deep, guarded by the evil beast 
By the apparition... shadow... avoided. 
Natotu, he who is made of everything! 
Locked summer, leafless woods! 
The forest's stir, the dragons' voice thunder flames, 
A sky hidden behind the moon - full moon. 
And the whistle of the wind from the bottom of the earth... 
Sura Boghii yells, it invades the 
Western world. 
The Mountain 
Retezat throwing embers that way 
Charming the world. 
The spirit rushes in. 
Between the 
Black and 
White Cris, 
Codru Muma stands tall 
Brave sheep are rambling through valleys of majestic mountains, 
The Darkened 
Magura's crossed instantly. 
And as the shepherd rests among firs and paths and griffins, 
His chin on his club, sheep all around him, in 
Barsa Cohanului. 
All below the earth are shaking, muddy streams are gushing out, 
Deep down there, in majestic castles, water cuts its way, shaping earth and stone. 
Nature's blood embodied. 
Upstream, on the 
Cerna River, through grayish mountains, 
Small firs and the mountains' beech, 
Hear the firs sighing and the beeches whispering 
When he goes hunting the mountains! 
The mountains 
Bucegii! The arm's like a mace, the mind acumen. 
Wind is feeding him, water's dressing him, 
Fire's guarding him, sheltering him from the earth. 
And as he dies, a star falls, 
Fir tree springs from his forehead. 
In the fir tree's forest, fir tree the brave, 
A fir's raising me, carrying me, 
Unchaining me from this world. 
And a fir tree be it! 
From here... to eternity! 
Darkness knit together, now unchained, from beyond in silence brought, and settled... 
From the forest's fir tree, from the mountains high 
To the sheepfold where the crag is thick and the glade is dark 
Where the cursed, icy 
Naruja gushed out, among high precipices 
Magic encircling, night settles in...