Yaralı ceylanım senden başkasınaGönül vermemElin meslediği gülden ol bu canıSana vermemYandı yürek yana yanaSavur külün döne döneSoğumadan elde kınaZülfün telin yere sermem
Amman yare, amman yareHey pir ver bu derde çare
Bir ok düştü yaralandımDost elinden parelendimDar günümde karalandımDil lal olur seni yermem
My wounded gazelle, I don't lose my heart to anybody else but youI don't give the rose grown by others, even if you kill me
The heart has burnt out by burningBlow the ashes about by spinningBefore the henna on hand doesn't cool downI don't put a string of your lovelock down
Mercy love, mercy loveOh, patriarch, grant remedy to this sorrow
An arrow fell down, I got hurtI've found cure by a fellow's handI got calumniated on my stringent dayThe tounge gets mute if I revile against you