I hooked my heart up to you
And it doesn't get untangled, Mihriban1
When they say "lover", my pen falls from my hands,
I can't see and my mind gets confused
You left me in the ground of a dead well with broken stairs
The chains pulled my courage down every time I jumped
You turned your eyes away from me every morning when I woke up overwhelmed
Don't come back if you have a little bit of conscience, don't come back
Don't find death harder than divorcing
It can't be felt when it's not seen Mihriban, dear Mihriban
First coyness, then promise, and then cheating
The one who's loved gets the lover talked about
No matter if decades, centuries have past
The old rules don't get out of order, Mihriban
I'm used to it now, the pain feels like giving pleasure to me
I'm used to the lonely trips I've gone to, like a passenger
I hear they have been telling my victory out of defeat everywhere
Don't come back if you have a little bit of conscience, don't come back
Don't find death harder than divorcing
It can't be felt when it's not seen Mihriban, dear Mihriban
All the objects have an end but, they have it but
No borders can be drawn to love Mihriban, dear Mihriban
1. A name, pronounced "Meeh-ree-bun"