Bosphorus Heybeli'den Son Vapur

Yarim Istanbul'u Mesken mi Tuttun

Since You Settled In Istanbul My Dearest

My dearest since you have settled in Istanbul
You were lured there by all the glories and forget me
You made a vow to return home
My heart from the pain can no more withhold
I have run out of words to put down on paper

My dearest it's been already seven years since you left
The little shoots you had planted are now are now trees bearing fruit
All those who had left with you by now have returned
My heart can no longer withhold
I have run out of words to put down on paper