Kara Sevda

I wandered around, my love, I wandered around
This black love, I've been ruined
I fell into the hands of foreign lands
I became a thousand times worse than Majnun
Oh, coquettish sweetheart with hazel eyes
I burned for you, I'm a pity

This black love, what remedy is there?
What can medicine do for a wound in the heart?
Come on, cranes, fly to my beloved
Let them see my state, let them be tied to black

I passed, my love, I passed
I passed from this life
Having tasted a death, to another death
I die every day

This black love, what remedy is there?
What can medicine do for a wound in the heart?
Come on, cranes, fly to my beloved
Let them see my state, let them be tied to black