Sabahın Seherinde Ötüyor Kuşlar [English translation]

Early in the morning birds are singing

Those golden hairs are kneaded with honey

Black is the colour of those weakened1 brows

Here came the beloved of this heart of mine

In the morning partridge goes up to the hill

As it swings, its feathers reach to the ground

I have a fear of my lover going to the wilderness

Here came the beloved of this heart of mine

My lover is gussied up again

She has worn the red and green so she has swung.

Let my arms break!2 how fast did they descend

Open your eyes, open them, my beloved is here

1. due to the age2. Simply, he curses because of something that he did wrong