Yolda Neler Var [Cennetten beride] [English translation]

The heart is a fool for suffering

There will be one for you, what's there on the land?

Quince, orange or pomegranate, what is missing?

Give your hand this way, what more is there on the branch?

Refrain from the small, friends

From the dimpled, curved blade

Bees draw honey from a thousand and one flowers

Courtesy is in the bee, what's there in the honey?

Karacaoğlan says: my heart is wounded

I have surrendered my rose-faced beauty

Some wish for heaven, some for hell

What lies ahead before heaven?

The brave who is brave is a mountain, a fortress

Do not love the ugly, it is trouble

The cry of the nightingale is for the rosebud

Adorn yourselves ladies, what is there in the rose?

Karacaoğlan says: my heart is wounded

I have surrendered my rose-faced beauty

Some wish for heaven, some for hell

What lies ahead before heaven?

It is not me who says this, the minstrels say so

They who plunge daggers into this troubled heart of mine

I don't know brown deer nor white gazelle