Kömür Gözlerin [English translation]

I know this wound from time immemorial.

It made me a slave for the one whose eyebrow is black.

I think that I hit this trouble the ground.

It made me a branch of a dry bush.

Whose name is written(*oyal?) in your handkerchief(large napkin)

I didn't know that where you're exactly from.

Tell me pretty and I will be from there too.

Your black eyes made me crazy.

There was snow on my head like big mountains.

An elegant wind blew and I melted.

I got a word if I could speak.

S/he tread on my heart.