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Gökyüzünde tüten olsam

Yeryüzünden biten olsam

Al benekli keten olsam

Yâr boynuna sarsa beni oy

If I were the smoke rising in the sky

If I were the life growing from the earth

If I were the speckled linen

To wrap around my beloved's neck, oh

Yar kolunda burma olsam

Yedikleri hurma olsam

Alçım alçım sürme olsam

Yâr kaşına sürse beni oy

If I were the bracelet on my beloved's arm

If I were the dates they eat

If I were the red rouge

To be applied to my beloved's brow, oh