| Gelse bile son günüm | Even if my final dawn should break upon me, |
| Koluna alsa ölüm | And Death, that pale duenna, take my arm in hers, |
| Gözlerimin önünde | Before my eyes—like dusk behind frosted glass— |
| Seninle geçen günüm | The day I lingered with you settles in golden haze. |
| Senden sonra kalbimi | After you, my heart—an orchard after harvest— |
| Sevgilere kapadım | Has latched its gates against the wild, unbidden loves. |
| Ben seninle o günü | That day with you, I drank deep of its honeyed hours, |
| Bin yıl gibi yaşadım | And lived it out as though a thousand lifetimes passed. |
| Son arzun nedir diye | If they should come, grave and hushed, to ask of me |
| Gelip de bana sorsalar | What final wish my soul would cradle in its twilight, |
| Gözlerime bakıp da | Let them only gaze long into my unshielded eyes, |
| Her şeyi anlasalar | And in their silent light, divine the whole of me. |
| Açık gitmez gözlerim | My eyelids will not consent to darken, to close— |
| Ölsem bile sevgilim | Though death should claim me, beloved, still I watch you— |
| Kulaklarımda çınlıyor | Your words, bright as struck crystal, echo in my marrow, |
| Beni anlatan sözlerin | The syllables that shape the story I have been. |
| Aşkıma hiç dokunma | Disturb not my love—let it slumber, inviolate, |
| Bırak öylece kalsın | Leave it untouched, as a rose sealed under glass. |
| Gerçek sevgi neymiş | Let those who have not tasted what true devotion is |
| Bilmeyenler anlasın | At last understand, learning in the hush you leave. |