Translation of the song lyrics Çemberimde Gül Oya - Selda

Çemberimde Gül Oya (original)

Çemberimde gül oya
Gülmedim doya doya
Çemberimde gül oya
Gülmedim doya doya
Dertleri karıyorum
Günleri saya saya
Al beni, kıyamam seni
Köşebaşı beklerim
Vay, benim emeklerim
Köşebaşı beklerim
Vay, benim emeklerim
Dümbeleği çala çala
Yoruldu bileklerim
Al beni, kıyamam seni
Pembe gül idim, soldum
Ak güle İbret oldum
Pembe gül idim, soldum
Ak güle İbret oldum
Karşı karşı dururken
Yüzüne hasret oldum
Al beni, kıyamam seni
Al beni, kıyamam seni

Çemberimde Gül Oya (translation)

In the hoop of my hand—rose filigree sewn in silk,
Yet laughter has not poured through me, not brimmed to the full,
In the hoop of my hand—rose filigree sewn in silk,
Yet laughter has not poured through me, not brimmed to the full,
My sorrows I swirl, like dark herbs in a chalice,
And count the days, each grain slipping from my palm,
Take me—my heart would break, could I ever bring you pain,
At the street’s corner I keep vigil, shadowed, still,
Oh, the harvest of my labors—how it withers in the dusk…
At the street’s corner I keep vigil, shadowed, still,
Oh, the harvest of my labors—how it withers in the dusk…
The drum’s thrum echoes—relentless, bone-deep,
My wrists ache, spent by the circle’s ceaseless chant,
Take me—my heart would break, could I ever bring you pain,
I was a rose—petals rosy as dawn—but faded,
I became a warning to the white rose, silent and pale,
I was a rose—petals rosy as dawn—but faded,
I became a warning to the white rose, silent and pale,
While we stand face to face—like twin shadows before sundown,
I hunger for your face, a thirst never quenched,
Take me—my heart would break, could I ever bring you pain,
Take me—my heart would break, could I ever bring you pain