Geçiyor önümden sirenler içinde
He's passing before me, through sirens
Ah eller üstünde çiçekler içinde
Ah, on the hands, within flowers
Dudağında yarım bir sevdanın hüznü
The sorrow of a half-finished love is on his lip
Aslan gibi göğsü türküler içinde
His lion-like breast is within folk songs
Rastlardım avluda hep volta atarken
I used to come upon at the courtyard while I was always marching up and down
Cıgara içerken yahut coblanırken
smoking a cigarette or being beaten by a stick
Kimseyle konuşmaz dal gibi titrerdi
He used to speak with no-one and shiver as a branch
Çocukça sevdiği çiçeği sularken
While he was watering the flower that he loved childishly
Diyarbakırlıymış adı Bahtiyar
He was from Diyarbakır, his name is Bahtiyar
Suçu saz çalmakmış öğrendiği kadar
His crime was playing saz as far as I know
Geçiyor önümden gül yüzlü Bahtiyar
He is passing before me, rose faced Bahtiyar
Yara aldığı yerde kalan sazı kadar
I am wounded as much as his saz that stayed on the ground
Beni tez saldılar o içerde kaldı
They let me free soon, he stayed there inside
Çok sonra duydum ki Yozgatta sürgünde
I later found out that he was on exile in Yozgat
Ne yapsa etse üstüne gitmişler
They fell upon him because of everything he did
Mavi gök yüzünü ona dar etmişler
They restricted the blue skies to him
Gazetede çıktı üç satır yazı ile
It was published on newspapers as a three line story
Uzamış sakalı çatlamış sazıyla
With his lengthened beard and cracked saz
Birileri ona ölmedin diyorda
Somebody was saying you didn't die to him
Ölüm ilanında hüzünle gülüyordu
On his death notice, he was smiling with sorrow