Oh my Ayşa,
Dressed up, she comes from the mountains,
Our separation was sent to us from God,
Oh my Ayşa, my amazing Ayşa,
The mist has fallen on the mountain-tops, Ayşa,
If there is mist on the mountains,
I won't leave you here, my Ayşa
From below they come, these Turkic sheep,
I mistook your tall sweetheart for a Mediterranean tree,
Oh my Ayşa, my amazing Ayşa,
The mist has fallen on the mountain-tops, Ayşa,
If there is mist on the mountains,
I won't leave you here, my Ayşa