Gurbet [English translation]

To whom will I tell my sorrow, o clouds?

Those who we regarded as friends have backstabbed us

And then there is the wound of homesickness, worst of all

Tell me, are there news from the homeland?

Are these rains perhaps the tears of the one I love?

I am burning inside, o my love

My wound is deep

Bring me some news

From my delicate beloved

Clouds, say hello to my love

Tell her that the day of reunion is near

If fate tore us away from one another

What can I do abroad all alone?

Tell me, can one live far away from love?

I am burning inside, o my love

My wound is deep

Bring me some news

From my delicate beloved