My roads got knotted I got desperate
The hereafter got opened partly to me, come
My nuisances got deepened continuously
Got successively lined up they, come, come
I wish I could see the darling at least once at week or month
What benefit I found of loving and breaking up
The grim reaper is near my chest and my life's in the verge of death
My heart got wounded, come
Karac'oğlan* says it is in destiny
My eye tears became Ceyhan* and they got flowed
My shroud got sewn my grave has been dug
Top of my grave got blacked
Come, come my dear
Come, come dear*, come