Çeşme [English translation]

I'd got thirsty, I shouldn't have arrived at the fountain

I shouldn't have drunk a bowl of water by the hands of you

My path crossed, I shouldn't have pass through your village

I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have looked at your beautiful face

A beauty has come down in front of the fountain

She leaned, dropped her lovelock into the water

To whom My God made her a lover

I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have looked at your beautiful face

From a heart to another, eyes find a way

In the hearts of lovers, flame becomes ember

I am a poor man, there are lots of people to hit me in these places

I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have looked at your beautiful face

From a heart to another, eyes find a way

In the hearts of lovers, flame becomes ember

I am a poor man, there are lots of people to hit me in these places

I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have looked at your beautiful face

I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have looked at your beautiful face