Even if you make me suffer a thousand times, I don’t mind oy
Your words sound so sweet my beloved oy
If you tend to go to foreign lands oy
May winter come and block your roads my beloved, my beloved…
May winter come and block your roads my beloved, my beloved…
God let them not find happiness, those that cause lovers to separate oy
Nightingales are chanting in the garden, warn them oy
What is obscure to man, is clear to God oy
I haven’t smiled since we parted my beloved, my beloved …
I haven’t smiled since we parted my beloved, my beloved…
Pir Sultan Abdal I am, my rose is taken away oy
How did they do away with my sweet life oy
They would give me wealth if I desired oy
What good is wealth for me without you my beloved …
What good is wealth for me without you my beloved...