In front of our house, a river pours into the sea
I wish we got old, my love, with you, knee to knee1
At the branch of black fruit (cherry laurel) white flowers blossomed
No benefit from this love, seems like we've wasted all that time
I wasn't a high mountain but I was surrounded by clouds
My loved one understands me, oh, and I understand my loved one
The boat comes from far away, lost in the waves
Even before we meet, my god wrote separation for us
Don't play sorrowfully, oh my kemençe2, my heart is already wounded
What kind of a separation is this, is my fate always bad?
At the waterside of Civran, there is a harbor
Don't look at me in the eyes, I can't handle, I will cry
I wasn't a high mountain but I was surrounded by clouds
My loved one understands me, oh, and I understand my loved one
The boat comes from far away, mixed with the waves
Even before we meet, my god wrote separation for us3
1. when you sit closely on the ground, your knees touch the knees of the other one, so it it sincere2. a musical enstrument spesific to the east of black sea region in turkey3. writing here refers to fate