Anlatmam Derdimi Dertsiz İnsana [English translation]

I wouldn't tell my trouble to a man who has no trouble

One who doesn't go through trouble cannot know the value of trouble

It seems my trouble was my remedy, I couldn't know

A rose can never be without it's thorn

Thorned bush grows the rose

Bee makes honey from every flower

One finds virtue with patience

One who is not patient finds no purpose

Poets sigh and cry hard

Mighty mountains find prominence with their snow

Mad heart gurgles with it's rivers

It cries, cries, cannot wipe the tears

Veysel, days have passed age is now 60

My leaves fell down, my roses died away

The ship is loaded full with sorrow

Nobody can hinder the departure