Ai, Māte Latgale - Aija Kukule

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

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