Translation of the song lyrics Eşarbını Yan Bağlama - İbrahim Tatlıses

Eşarbını Yan Bağlama (original)

Esarbini yan baglama
Esarbini yan baglama
Ben söyleyimsen agla
Zalim anan bana vermez
Oturupta sen aglama
Buyun büküp sen aglama
Hele nolur nolur nolur
Hele nolur nolur nolur
Yar sen benimolsan nolur
Kiz sen benimolsan nolur
Arik ince geçilmiyor
Arik ince geçilmiyor
Su bulanik içilmiyor
Bana yardan geç diyorlar
Bana yardan geç diyorlar
Yar sirindir geçilmiyor
Yar sirindir geçilmiyor
Hele nolur nolur nolur
Hele nolur nolur nolur
Yar sen benimolsan nolur
Kiz sen benimolsan nolur
Agaçlarda dal olaydim
Agaçlarda dal olaydim
Petek petek bal olaydim
Bana göre yar mi yoktu
Bana göre yar mi yoktu
Istedimki sen olaydin
Istedimki sen olaydin
Hele nolur nolur nolur
Hele nolur nolur nolur
Yar sen benimolsan nolur
Kiz sen benimolsan nolur

Eşarbını Yan Bağlama (translation)

Tie not your scarf so carelessly aside,
Tie not your scarf so carelessly aside,
Let me speak—then let your tears attend my words,
Your mother, fierce as winter, withholds you from my arms,
Sit not, weeping like rain that drenches the deserted field,
Bend not your proud neck to the yoke of sorrow's weight,
Ah, grant me this—by all that's holy—grant me, grant me, grant me—
Ah, grant me this—by all that's holy—grant me, grant me, grant me—
Beloved, what would become of the world if you were mine?
Maiden, what if the world remade itself and you were mine?
The river Arik, slender as a silver blade, yields no passage,
The river Arik, slender as a silver blade, yields no passage,
Its waters clouded—no thirst on earth could bear their taste,
They urge me, 'Turn from your beloved—cross and forget',
They urge me, 'Turn from your beloved—cross and forget',
But my love is a mountain spring—no step can ford its sweetness,
But my love is a mountain spring—no step can ford its sweetness,
Ah, grant me this—by all that's holy—grant me, grant me, grant me—
Ah, grant me this—by all that's holy—grant me, grant me, grant me—
Beloved, what would become of the world if you were mine?
Maiden, what if the world remade itself and you were mine?
Would I were a branch, trembling in the wind among the trees,
Would I were a branch, trembling in the wind among the trees,
Would I were honey, built cell by golden cell, fragrance of the wild,
Was there truly no beloved, fashioned for me, beneath this sky?
Was there truly no beloved, fashioned for me, beneath this sky?
All my wishing—was it not for you alone to become the wish fulfilled?
All my wishing—was it not for you alone to become the wish fulfilled?
Ah, grant me this—by all that's holy—grant me, grant me, grant me—
Ah, grant me this—by all that's holy—grant me, grant me, grant me—
Beloved, what would become of the world if you were mine?
Maiden, what if the world remade itself and you were mine?