Comb your hair straight my darling, comb your hair straight,
Ninety nine wounds I had, you've made it a hundredth.
O mine, o mine, here is Adıyaman,
Peoples become an enemy to you, if you fall in love when.
On straight land my darling lives,
O darling your hair is down to your knees.
Many a beatiful ones I loved and yet, my heart is still in your hands.