Flee to the mountains
Hide there among the forests
Thickly-covered with fogs
Lush green woodland
Remnants of ancient days
Her springs and cataracts
Have feed this fertile valley
Oh mountains of Kaagan
shield of this valley
In the morning you are clothed
By clouds and thick white mists
Even the morning sun
Cannot summon them to be gone
What metaphor you hide there
What deep meanings unexpressed
Mountains of Kaagan
Teacher of this poet manqué
Your imposing presence
Has cowered us here below
What steps innumerable
Could allow us to conquer your heights
Your bulwark maze of forest paths
Debunk any presumptuous mountaineers
Mortals prevented to subdue
You, Mountains of Kaagan
Oh, majestic mountains
Mountains of Kaagan
You tamed turbulent waters
That tried to destroy this valley
Even the high noon sun is
Unable to disrobe your peaks
Of these glorious mists and vapors
Like smoke of burning bush
That debunked Prophet Moses
Fiery bush unconsumed
Humbled him forever
Yes, you mountains of Kaagan
Mystical, incomprehensible
all dwellers of the lowland
pay respect of this ancient cradling
by you, Mountains of Kaagan.