On Ljubović's Hill Near Nevesinje

On Ljubović's Hill Near Nevesinje

On Ljubović's hilltop
near Nevesinje town,
beautiful Hajra sheds her tears,
a young slave girl alone.

White city of Nevesinje,
may your fate be cursed,
for within your walls I suffer,
serving the noble bey.

Young Hajra weeps in sorrow,
grieving day and night,
thinking that her sighs of longing
reach no human ear.

But Zaime Bey was listening,
the younger beg's own son,
and he spoke to lovely Hajra,
the young slave girl alone.

"Do not mourn, dear Hajra,
nor curse Nevesinje's name,
for I am young and wish to marry,
and you shall be my bride.

I will gather wedding guests,
too many to be counted,
and Nevesinje, lovely Hajra,
will become your noble land."