Translation of the song lyrics Çakmak Çakmak - Sibel Can, Tarkan

Çakmak Çakmak (original)

İçimde bir kıpırtı var hayrola
hop oturup hop kalkıyor gönül
okuyor canıma
ne desem boş sıgmıyorki ele avuca
diyorki leyla kavuştu mecnuna
off off
gafil avladı bu kez kahpe felek
bir yolunu bulup oyuna getirdi yine
tuzaklarına düşürdü beni bilerek
off off
her halinden apaçık belli oda
yere bakan yürek yakanlardan
ateşten gömlek
yine başımda kavak yelleri
bacayı sardı yarin alevleri
dili yansada gönül aldırmıyor
ama çakmak çakmak o gözleri
tam onikiden vurdu kalbimi
olan oldu bu gönül ferman dinlemiyor
bakışı gülüşü pek hoş azından bal akıyor
onsuz hayat boş
can katıyor canıma
içimde kelebekler uçuşuyor
yol aldım aşıklar diyarına
off off
gafil avladı bu kez kahpe felek
bir yolunu bulup oyuna getirdi yine
tuzaklarına düşürdü beni bilerek
off off
her halinden apaçık belli oda
yere bakan yürek yakanlardan
ateşten gömlek
yine başımda kavak yelleri
bacayı sardı yarin alevleri
dili yansada gönül aldırmıyor
ama çakmak çakmak o gözleri
tam onikiden vurdu kalbimi
olan oldu bu gönül ferman dinlemiyor
yine başımda kavak yelleri
bacayı sardı yarin alevleri
dili yansada gönül aldırmıyor
ama çakmak çakmak o gözleri
tam onikiden vurdu kalbimi
olan oldu bu gönül ferman dinlemiyor

Çakmak Çakmak (translation)

A trembling stirs within—what omen grows?
My heart leaps up, unseated, uncontained,
It reads my soul like faded, fragrant prose,
All words are ash—too wild to ever be restrained.
It murmurs: Leyla found her Majnun’s shore.
off, off
This time, fate—a harlot—caught me unaware,
Wove her sly ways, entwined me in her snare,
She lured me, knowingly, into her perfumed lair.
off, off
Her every motion—obvious, unmasked,
She’s one who scorches hearts with downcast gaze,
A tunic spun from fire she has tasked
Me to don—again, my brow in youthful haze.
My lover’s flames have choked the chimney’s throat,
Even if her tongue is embers, the heart floats.
Yet—those eyes, struck flint, in brilliance spoke,
She loosed her glance—my chest the arrow’s note.
What’s done is done. My heart breaks the king’s command.
Her glance, her laughter—honey at her lips’ command.
Without her, life’s an empty, echoing strand.
She breathes another spirit into my hands.
Within, a flight of butterflies uprears,
I journey on, to realms where lovers reign.
off, off
This time, fate—a harlot—caught me unaware,
Wove her sly ways, entwined me in her snare,
She lured me, knowingly, into her perfumed lair.
off, off
Her every motion—obvious, unmasked,
She’s one who scorches hearts with downcast gaze,
A tunic spun from fire she has tasked
Me to don—again, my brow in youthful haze.
My lover’s flames have choked the chimney’s throat,
Even if her tongue is embers, the heart floats.
Yet—those eyes, struck flint, in brilliance spoke,
She loosed her glance—my chest the arrow’s note.
What’s done is done. My heart breaks the king’s command.
Again, my brow in youthful winds is tossed,
My lover’s flames have choked the chimney’s throat,
Even if her tongue is embers, heart pays no cost.
Yet—those eyes, struck flint, in brilliance broke,
She loosed her glance—my chest the arrow’s mark.
What’s done is done. This heart will not be told.