Istanbul Hatirasi [English translation]

An old photo on the wall

Maybe Beti, maybe Pola

Sitting in marquise calmly

She is watching the time with dust in her eyes

The day is Fall, the season is sepia

Drawn with a quill pen, it is waiting

As if hoping for another life

In brownish dreams

Oh what a love this is, what a pain this is

How ruined my heart is, with this song

Your cheeks turned to red like roses

This maidenly, this coyish appearance

Your mouth is like a line of

the maiden love songs, never sung, never listened

Souvenir photo of Istanbul

At one side, gilded date and writing.