I asked you: "Why are you going to the mountains?" And you went to the top, and you tore into battle. - After all, Elbrus can be great! - You laughed and took me with you. Then you have become close and affectionate, My mountaineer, my rock-climber! The first time I pulled out of the crack, You smiled, my rock-climber.         "Oh, how close and affectionate you are, My mountaineer, my rock-climber! Every time I look for cracks, You scolded me, my mountaineer. And then on each of our ascent - Well, why are you distrustful to me?! - You insured me with pleasure, Climber is my gutta-percha. Oh, what you are not close, unflattering, My mountaineer, my rock-climber! Every time I pull out of the abyss, You scolded me, my rock-climber. For you, I stretched out of the last strength, - you give me a hand. and Ill say: "Enough, my dear!" Then I fell down, but managed to say: "Oh, how close and affectionate you are, My mountaineer, my rock-climber! We are now connected by one rope - We both became climbers.
Poyraz Karayel. Translation, 2017