kaldim anam gurbet elde hasret sabrimi deniyoryüzünü göreyim gel de eller beni göndermiyornerde bir yolcuyu görsem aklima silam geliyorben nezaman bir of ceksem hatrima anam geliyorkizim diyor, gözüm diyor, aglama sus kuzum diyorBenden garip dertli anam senden ayri olmaz yaramne sarilan ne seven var eller sen degil ki anamne arayan ne soran var caresizim halim yaman.ben nezaman bir of çeksem imdada anam geliyor
I am left stranded here in this strange land;The longing tries my endurance.Come (hither O ma!) for these strangers, wouldn't let me.Wherever I see one travelling, home comes to my mind;Whenever I sigh with yearning, ma comes to my mind;my daughter sayes she, my eye sayes she,cry not my little lamb sayes she.My poor ma who, more sarrowful than I;far from your thoughts, my sarrows never are.Not a caring person is here nor a loving soul;These strangers are; not (like) you ma.None enquires of my sarrows nor;is there one, that is looking out me for.Whenever I sigh with yearning, ma come to my help.(thinking of her soothes my grief)