Somewhere in distant days, strange times,

lived a girl for a miracle and a tale of the world.

Her name was Rhodope. Beautiful as morning dew

With its grace, pride and majestic beauty,

the gentle Rhodope, she was liked even by the gods,

and the people, small and big, old and young,

looked at the Rhodope and were speechless in awe.

When the girl grew up,

met a bright guy, ordinary,

like a river stone, spiritualized,

a guy with a pure heart and soul,

with whom the girl truly fell in love as a woman.

The god Hermes was not pleased with this,

a girl of divine beauty,

to choose an ordinary guy, son of man, for a husband.

God did everything to separate them,

even threw himself, huge, stone, beams,

to hide Rhodope from the young man,

of these stone beams, later grew,

the Plovdiv heights, called the hills today.

But as he could not overcome love,

god Hermes turned the beautiful maiden into a mountain,

and turned the boy into a pine tree…