Ulu dereler akar vicdana
Kör topal eylerse yüreği sevda
Çorak toprağın alnından öper kızlar
Gözlerine çocuklar dolar, ağlar şehirler
Ve salkım söğüt tuba bahçelerine yüz sürer
Always nagging
With a splitting headache
My mom complains about her life
About her constant backache
About her demoded outfits
About my dad’s financial fits
hikayeni tarih denen yargıca ver
seni tarfsızlığına gömsün dilinin
bir vicdan güruhu kursağında birinin
seni defterine sarsın kalem kıran elinin
niyetini ölçecek bir alet yapmadılar hala
I will tell you the story of Olli and the Bear. Olli lived in a country where there were great forests an much snow. For seven monts in the year everything was covered with snow.
The sky is dark and the hills are white
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night;
And this is the song the storm-king sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings:
What I fancy, I approve,
No Dislike there is in love:
Be my Mistresse short or tall,
And distorted there-withall:
Be she likewise one of those,
That an Acre hath of Nose: