Arirang, arirang, arariyo Over the arirang pass I go. I know not how long my Journey will be Yet it’ll be still carrying my sorrow.
Arirang, arirang, arariyo Alone over the hill I go. Flowers have withered and birds are gone. Only the vain dream does case my sorrow.
Arirang, arirang, arariyo The day’s bright yet my heart darker does grow. Wretched I am and my ex-cart rolls on Alas; my sorrowful mind he would not know.
Arirang, arirang, arariyo. Today east tomorrow west as I go. I sang arirang in a mournful tune. My journey will carry my sorrow.