Translation of the song lyrics Ai, Māte Latgale - Aija Kukule

Ai, Māte Latgale (original)

Viņš klusi jautāja reiz magonei un nātrei
Kā gan viņš patikt var man vidzemniecei ātrai
Kas nāks reiz tīrumus un rožu druvas ravēt
Un skaisto jaunību un krāšņo dzīvi slavēt
Ai, māte Latgale, tu dārga man un mīļa
Es raugos magonēs kā tavā vaigā zvīļā
Vai rītos, vakaros vai arī naktīs vēlu
Par tevi domāju un tavu skaisto dēlu
Jau trejas vasaras viņš man' pie sevis saucis
Līdz pašai Aiviekstei man lepnai pakaļ braucis
Jau trejas vasaras viņš zābakos vien āvies
Pa talkām dzēris daudz, pat radu godos kāvies
Ai, māte Latgale, tu dārga man un mīļa
Es raugos magonēs kā tavā vaigā zvīļā
Vai rītos, vakaros vai arī naktīs vēlu
Par tevi domāju un tavu skaisto dēlu
Es, māte, lakatu tev došu Rīgā pirktu
Lai tu, uz ciemiem ejot, rasā nesamirktu
Lai skaists un rakstains tas ap taviem pleciem kļautos
Kad tu ar vedeklu par savu dēlu rātos
Ai, māte Latgale, tu dārga man un mīļa
Es raugos magonēs kā tavā vaigā zvīļā
Vai rītos, vakaros vai arī naktīs vēlu
Par tevi domāju un tavu skaisto dēlu

Ai, Māte Latgale (translation)

He once asked the poppy and the nettle silently
How can he like me in Vidzeme fast?
Who will come once in the fields and weeds of rose hips
And praise the beautiful youth and the glorious life
Oh, mother Latgale, you are dear to me and dear
I look at the poppy in my face
Whether in the mornings, evenings or late at night
I think of you and your beautiful son
He's been calling me for three summers
He has proudly followed me to Aiviekste himself
He has been wearing boots for three summers
He drank a lot during work, even missed his relatives
Oh, mother Latgale, you are dear to me and dear
I look at the poppy in my face
Whether in the mornings, evenings or late at night
I think of you and your beautiful son
I, my mother, will give you a scarf to buy in Riga
So that you don't get wet in the dew when you go to the villages
Let it be beautiful and patterned around your shoulders
When you're in a mess with your son
Oh, mother Latgale, you are dear to me and dear
I look at the poppy in my face
Whether in the mornings, evenings or late at night
I think of you and your beautiful son