Текст и перевод песни Kutsal Evcimen - Ağlama Cananım

Ağlama Cananım

Derdim çoktur kime yanam derdimi, yanam derdimi
Kime derdim yansam benden dertlidir.
Bir tabip buldum ki derman eylesin,derman eylesin
Buldum ki tabibi benden dertlidir.
Bir tabip buldum ki derman eylesin,derman eylesin
Buldum ki tabibi benden dertlidir.

Dedim tabiplerin derdi olur mu, derdi olur mu?
Dertsiz tabip derde derman olur mu, derman olur mu?
Yarasızlar yar halindan bilir mi ey can bilir mi?
Yar yaradan yara yardan dertlidir.
Yarasızlar yar halindan bilir mi ey can bilir mi?
Yar yaradan yara yardan dertlidir.

Yine bahar geldi dereler çağlar, dereler çağlar
Bülbül figan etmiş gülşenler ağlar,
Kimisi gülüyor kimisi ağlar, kimisi ağlar
Gülenler de ağlayandan dertlidir.
Kimisi gülüyor kimisi ağlar, kimisi ağlar
Gülenler de ağlayandan dertlidir.

Mücrimi'yem benim n'olacak derdim, n'olacak derdim
Günbegün artıyor feryadım virdim,feryadım virdim
Böldüm yarısını yarime verdim, yarime verdim
Ben o yardan o yar benden dertlidir.
Böldüm yarısını yarime verdim, yarime verdim
Ben o yardan o yar benden dertlidir.

Don't Cry, My Love

My sorrow is great, to whom can I tell my pain, tell my pain
To whom I tell, they are more troubled than me.
I found a doctor to heal me, heal me
I found that the doctor is more troubled than me.
I found a doctor to heal me, heal me
I found that the doctor is more troubled than me.

I said, "Can doctors have pain, have pain?"
Can a doctor without pain heal pain, heal pain?
Do those without wounds know the state of wounds, my love, know?
The Beloved, from the Creator, is troubled by the wound from the Beloved.
Do those without wounds know the state of wounds, my love, know?
The Beloved, from the Creator, is troubled by the wound from the Beloved.

Spring has come again, the streams flow, the streams flow
The nightingale sings, the roses weep,
Some laugh, some cry, some cry
Those who laugh are also troubled by those who cry.
Some laugh, some cry, some cry
Those who laugh are also troubled by those who cry.

I am a sinner, what will become of my pain, what will become of my pain
Day by day my cry increases, I gave my cry, I gave my cry
I divided it in half and gave it to my love, gave it to my love
I am troubled by that love, and that love is troubled by me.
I divided it in half and gave it to my love, gave it to my love
I am troubled by that love, and that love is troubled by me.