Doğan bir pişman, doğmayan ikiDoğuştan felekle düşmanım sankiHerkeste bir kalp sevgiye muhtaçSevenler bir ise, sevmeyen iki
Bu ne aşktır yarabbim öldürdü beniNe kendisi güldü, ne de güldürdü beniDertlerim dermansızdır yaram çok derinErmişim zirvesine ben bitmez kederimÇaresizim, cilvesi bu bana kaderin bana kaderin
İçen bir pişman,içmeyen ikiHepimiz doğustan dertle sarhosuz sankiSarhostan beter sevenin haliHer kadehte bir mecnunum keremim sanki
Those that are born are sorry to be, those that are not even more soIt's as if I've been enemies with fate since the day I was bornEveryone has a heart longing for loveThere are twice as many people that don't love as the ones that doMy God, what kind of love is this that it is killing meShe was never happy but but wouldn't let me be eitherMy troubles are without resolution, my wounds very deepI've reach the tip, my sorrow is endlessI'm helpless, this is fate's cruel game to meThose that drink regret it, those that don't even more soIt's as if we're all drunk with troubles from the moment we're bornBeing in love is worse than being a drunkWith each drink I feel like Mecnun, Kerem*
Note:Mecnun and Kerem are two "Romeos" of Turkish culture. For further information search "Leyla ile Mecnun" and "Kerem ile Aslı"