Yarali Ceylanim [English translation]

My wounded gazelle, I don't lose my heart to anybody else but you

I don't give the rose grown by others, even if you kill me

The heart has burnt out by burning

Blow the ashes about by spinning

Before the henna on hand doesn't cool down

I don't put a string of your lovelock down

Mercy love, mercy love

Oh, patriarch, grant remedy to this sorrow

An arrow fell down, I got hurt

I've found cure by a fellow's hand

I got calumniated on my stringent day

The tounge gets mute if I revile against you

• Artist:Arzu Şahin