Bir Ayrılık Bir Yoksulluk Bir Ölüm [English translation]

I've arrived at that black stone

You made me yearn for a tribe brother

What is the reason to the bloody tear shedding from the eye

A separation, a poverty, a death

You've dethroned many sultans

You've made many of them turn pale their rose faces

You've sent many of them to a way not coming

A separation, a poverty, a death

Karacaoğlan says, 'I've settled, it is not migrated'.

It is bitter, sherbet of death is not drunk

I have three trouble, they're not chosen from each other

A separation, a poverty, a death