In a whirlwind as a fire
Carried by fierce battles
One warrior set a blaze
A village he was born in
From mother's bosom a son was taken by a scourge .
Now he curses his fate
Because he is a Jannisary
On the heartstone of a desolate house.
Cried one old mother
Above her a sabre raised
Warrior who pillaged
From mother's bosom a son was taken by a scourge .
Now he curses his fate
Because he is a Jannisary
Dont rise your sabre on me my son
If your know about your sorrows .
I'm your mother because I recognized above your lips a mother's mark.
From mother's bosom a son was taken by a scourge .
Now he curses his fate
Because he is a Jannisary
The jannisary dismounted from his horse .
Threw his sabre dropped his (horses) reins
Mother wanted to say something.
But she didn't say it.
From mother's bosom a son was taken by a scourge .
Now he curses his fate
Because he is a Jannisary