İncecikten bir kar yağarTozar Elif Elif diyeDeli gönül abdal olmuşGezer Elif Elifdiye
Elif kaşlarını çatarGamzesi sineme batarAk elleri kalem tutarYazar Elif Elif diye
Evlerinin önü çardakElif'in elinde bardakSanki yeşil başlı ördekYüzer Elif Elif diye
Karacaoğlan eymelerimGönül sevmez deymelerinİliklenmiş düymelerinÇözer Elif Elif diye
With its tender flakes, snow flutters about,It keeps falling, calling out “Elif… Elif…”This frenzied heart of mine wanders about,Like minstrels, calling out “Elif… Elif…”
Elif’s robe is embroidered all over;Her eyes – like a baby goshawk’s – glower.She smells lovely like a highland flower,With those scents calling out “Elif… Elif…”
When she frowns, her glance is a dart that goes,Into my heart: I fall into death’s throes,In her white hand she holds a pen - she knows,What she writes, calling out “Elif… Elif…”
Right in front of her home a trellis stands;There’s Elif, holding glasses in her hands,It’s as if a duck whose head has green strands,Gently floats, calling out “Elif… Elif…”
I am the Minstrel: your slave for my part,There’s no love for other belles in my heart,Unbuttoning the shirt, I tear apart,The collars, calling out “Elif… Elif…”