She's the most beautiful girl in the class
She goes about alone
Nobody can come near her
Big, big books in her arms again
She's coming from the library again
I saw a volume on mehmet akif the poet
Two big books on sultan mehmet the conqueror
Three thick volumes on mevlana, and one on sinan the architect
She turned to me and said if you love me
If you want to enter my heart
First understand this, listen to me carefully
Five poets are a monument
Two monuments are a sultan
Five sultans are a thinker
And two thinkers are an architect
Think it over and over all night
My heart is a riddle
My heart has a lock
Here is the key for you
What she loves most are mehmet akif the poet,
A monument, sultan mehmet the conquerer
What she says she admires are sinan, and mevlana
That night at home my mother said "son, what's wrong with you
You're off your oats again"
I said, mother, my heart has found its owner now
I'm madly in love
One day she reads akif, another mevlana
She admires the conqueror and sinan
She's interested in both history and art
My mother said "son, don't you get it
Give up this love, the girl is too smart
Oh my dopey boy, oh my boy, don't you get it?"
Love is said to be blind
Maybe my mother is right
It troubles me badly
The girl is very smart
Five akifs is a clock tower
Two towers is a conquerer
Five conquerors is a mevlana
Two mevlanas is a sinan