Adı Bahtiyar [English translation]

He's passing before me, through sirens

Ah, on the hands, within flowers

The sorrow of a half-finished love is on his lip

His lion-like breast is within folk songs

I used to come upon at the courtyard while I was always marching up and down

smoking a cigarette or being beaten by a stick

He used to speak with no-one and shiver as a branch

While he was watering the flower that he loved childishly

He was from Diyarbakır, his name is Bahtiyar

His crime was playing "saz" as far as I know

He is passing before me, rose faced Bahtiyar

I am wounded as much as his "saz" that stayed on the ground

They let me free soon, he stayed there inside

I later found out that he was on exile in Yozgat

They fell upon him because of everything he did

They restricted the blue skies to him

It was published on newspapers as a three line story

With his lengthened beard and cracked "saz"

Somebody was saying "you didn't die" to him

On his death notice, he was smiling with sorrow