Little shepherd, little shepherd, Where's your flock, where's your herd? Have you lost them in the fog? Where's, shepherd, your watchful dog? - Up there far, faaar away, On that lane where horses neigh. Keep on walking a little more, Take no notice of a bear's roar. Do not rush now, take it slow, Before you reach the meadow. You will see a stocky dog, That guards my grazing flock.
To a little shepherd boy from Oghuz region of Azerbaijan