Arım Balım Peteğim [English translation]

If I get drunk with my tears, and my day becomes a torture,

If my rosy face will be destroyed, I’ll love you anyway.

My shame, honey, honey-comb, my rose, honey, flower,

If I know that I’ll die, I’ll love you anyway.

If I have no aim, nor desire, you my only hope

If I melt, I’ll be fit, I’ll love you anyway.

My shame, honey, honey-comb, my rose, honey, flower,

If I know that I’ll die, I’ll love you anyway.

If I get drunk with my tears, and my youth becomes a torture,

If all my day becomes a torture, I’ll love you anyway.

My shame, honey, honey-comb, my rose, honey, flower,

If I know that I’ll die, I’ll love you anyway.

If I have no aim, nor desire, you my only hope

If I melt, I’ll be fit, I’ll love you anyway.

My shame, honey, honey-comb, my rose, honey, flower,

If I know that I’ll die, I’ll love you anyway.