Vertaling - Turks-Engels - Değmen benim gamlı yaslı gönlüme Ben bir selvi...

Don't stir my heart full of sorrow and tears;
I am separated from my tall and beautiful lover;
Before, I tended to her garden;
After a raid I am separated from quince and pomegranate alike;

Like a crane circling in the sky;
Like an owl perching itself on a desolate land;
I cried endlessly like Mecnun;
Like Ferhat I was separated from my sweet beloved.