Yare soyleme [English translation]

Wind of the dawn, if you'll get to my land

Don't tell my fickle beloved that I'm offended

If he'll ask what condition I'm in

If my beloved will ask about me

Don't tell him I'm bearing it silently

Don't tell my beloved

My headache is killing me, I'm moaning

It's like someone has pulled me, I'm at a tough spot

Though I wander around, I don't know where I am

Don't tell that I'm scattered

They say that maybe he'll come one day

They say that the heart achieve its goal

They say that the one who loves will find their lover

Don't tell him I've lost my hope