In front of Taner my Şire is a flock of snow
The one who is walking down there with the eyes and brows is Şire herself
I want to give in to the devil and eat your eyes with my thin bread
Ow my Şire, our graceful Şire
May God keep the mother who has raised you away from sorrow
Ow my Şire, our hope you are Şire
In front of Taner my Şire is straight and curved
When a precious woman falls in the hands of a bad man
She becomes like filth in front of a dog
Şire says:"the ones who don't have true friends, are like those who get pimples and infections"
Ow Şire Şire, our graceful Şire
May God keep the mother who has raised you away from sorrow
Ow Şire Şire, our hope you are Şire