the Kutleš Mosque for centuries has dreamed,

Above the Yadar and blue Drinjača streams,
on a cliff that defies the dark of night,
the Kutleš Mosque for centuries has dreamed,
standing proud and noble in lonely height.

It watched the caravans and ancient roads,
old warriors and forgotten days,
it listened to the rivers flowing through Bosnia
while Bosnia beneath it remained in glory and praise.

When morning spreads its light across Podrinje,
the minaret softly smiles toward the sky,
and the call to prayer echoes through Bosnian mountains,
while Yadar and Drinjača hear the sacred cry.

So many centuries have passed above it,
many storms have tried to break its wings,
yet it remained proud and unshaken,
a legacy of ancestors where Bosnia clings.

From the cliffs it watches rivers embrace,
where yadar gives Drinjača its heart and soul,
where Allah answers the prayers of our hearts,
and heaven and earth unite in silent whole.

O Kutleš, mosque above the gray stone heights,
guardian of Bosnia and ancient days,
while rivers sing to you and mountains whisper,
the truth lives on and never fades away.

When evening falls upon yadar and Drinjača,
and the sun slowly disappears behind the hills,
from Kutleš a prayer rises like a bird in flight,
finding eternal peace beyond the skies and stills.