Ay Yüzlüm [English translation]

Time is the innkeeper, the cloud is the traveller

The last traveller has left now

Has the debt of longing not ended?

Where are you, my moon-faced one?

Night falls, roses wilt

My eyes are filled with tears

Memories cry within me

Where are you, my moon-faced one?

Are watchhouses set up?

Are shackels locked shut?

Look, evening has come

Where are you, my moon-faced one?