| Ter döküyor dört duvar terdense beklerim birgün mutlaka | The four walls weep dew—let them; I shall wait, certain as the sun, for my day to arrive. |
| Ters dönecek anahtarlar birgün elbet çýkacaksýn ýþýða | The keys will turn their nature, one dawn; you, too, will ascend from shadow into light. |
| Sen aydýnlýða ben sana hasret | You hunger for the luminous, while I for you—my longing boundless as a white horizon. |
| Gel eritir demirleri bendeki ateþ | Come—let the fire I cradle in my chest melt the bars of iron, brittle in its glow. |
| Birgün açýlýr açýlmaz sandýðýn kapýlar vurunca Güneþ | One day, when the chest’s forbidden doors swing at the Sun’s knock, all will open wide. |
| Bir karanlýk daha eriþir güne saat neredeyse beþ | Another shroud of darkness climbs the day; the hourglass sighs, nearly striking five. |
| Sen aydýnlýða ben sana hasret | You hunger for the luminous, while I for you—my longing boundless as a white horizon. |
| Gel eritir demirleri bendeki ateþ | Come—let the fire I cradle in my chest melt the bars of iron, brittle in its glow. |
| Gün bizim Güneþ bizim göðsümüze ateþ bizim | The day is ours, the Sun our banner, the flame that sears within our breast belongs to us. |
| Elele olduðumuz o gün gülmek bizim | That day, hand in hand, laughter was our inheritance—a garland woven of shared delight. |
| Dün bizim yarýn bizim yana yana sevmek bizim | Yesterday—ours; tomorrow—ours; to love, burning side by side, is the secret we possess. |
| Hasrete vurduðumuz gözgöz yürek bizim | The heart, two eyes brimming, strikes longing like flint, and hope leaps in the spark. |
| Süsledim gelin misali gençliðimi sandýðýma kaldýrdým | I have adorned my youth as a bride, laid it with care in my cedar chest of memory. |
| Sensiz geçen yýllarý sildirdim sana yeni zamana aldýrdým | The years that faltered without you—I erased them, gave you my hours, and opened time anew. |
| Sen aydýnlýða ben sana hasret | You hunger for the luminous, while I for you—my longing boundless as a white horizon. |
| Gel eritir demirleri bendeki ateþ | Come—let the fire I cradle in my chest melt the bars of iron, brittle in its glow. |
| Gün bizim Güneþ bizim göðsümüze ateþ bizim | The day is ours, the Sun our banner, the flame that sears within our breast belongs to us. |
| Elele olduðumuz o gün gülmek bizim | That day, hand in hand, laughter was our inheritance—a garland woven of shared delight. |
| Dün bizim yarýn bizim yana yana sevmek bizim | Yesterday—ours; tomorrow—ours; to love, burning side by side, is the secret we possess. |
| Hasrete vurduðumuz gözgöz yürek bizim | The heart, two eyes brimming, strikes longing like flint, and hope leaps in the spark. |