GUl Ben aglarum sen gul A rose, May you be pleased, and your sorrows mine!
Hasir, Oliim sana yazir A straw, Suffer me to be your slave.
Jo ho, Ustune bulunmaz pahu Cloth, Your price is not to be found.
Tartsin, Sen ghel ben chekeim senin hargin Cinnamon, But my fortune is yours.
Giro, Esking-ilen oldum ghira A match, I burn, I burn! my flame consumes me!
Sirma, Uzunu benden a yirma Goldthread, Don't turn away your face.
Satch, Bazmazum tatch Hair, Crown of my head!
Uzum Benim iki Guzum Grape, My eyes!
Til, Ulugorum tez ghel Gold wire, I die—come quickly.
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