who i love her face, went out for looking around,
The places where you wander in, sigh,
Flowers bow down, greet,
Cypresses shake and rosses sigh,
Cypresses shake, my life,rosses sigh,
Your eyes covered Kars and Sivas,
Edirne and Istanbul are equival to your forelock,
The most special one, prinked,
She wore green and red, sighs,
She wore green, my life, and red, sighs.
There is nobody like you in Georgian Khanate,
In Şam, Diyarbakır, Heleb and Van,
Aghas and men turn away his heads,
Like a mendicant, they sigh.
Like a mendicant,my life, they sigh.