Sus dedim; içine pus dedim hiddet-i harap hallerini.Bu ne ilk defa ne de son dedim; görmesin zayıf hallerini.
Dayan dedim buna, alış hemen yokluğunaBir tek iz bile kalmasın acıtsa da
Bu elbise bana dar gelir dedim,Kumaşı uymaz, dikişi az gelir dedim
Ama o duymadı, konuşmadıSırra kadem bastı, uyuşmadıSevmeyi öğretemedim ben ona...
Sus dedim dilime, pus dedim,Kilit vur aşk-ı sözlerine.Bu ne ilkbahar ne de yaz dedim,Alış artık kışın hallerine.
I said: Be silent, hide inside your pathetic and angerIt's not for the first time, neither for last.Don't let her see you in your weakness.
I said: endure this, get used to her absence at once So that even a single mark won't remain, though it'll hurt
I said: this dress is too tight for meIts fabric doesn't suit, its cut is too narrow
But she didn't listen, didn't talkVanished, didn't come to an agreementI couldn't teach her love
I said to my tongue: be silent, concealLock your words of loveIt's not spring neither summerGet used to winter already