Since I came to this fleeting world
I drank hemlock waters while alive
Not fickle fortune let my wish come true
Got ruined once be purple hyacinth land
They run me to the earth’n caught in a solitude
Leaned me on and smashed my bud
Set aflame in the summer and springtime, they did
Burned out while a snowy gallant mountain were me
Not fray around my crazy heart’n soul, will not
Flooding tears of my eyes will dry not
Henceforth, my rule here never last
Dismissed, while an adonis to the ones fairest
Karac’oğlan says to the bride,
Look, half of my life’s messed up
Ask for those lived before us:
Who existed before we are not here?
