Diyecekler ki arkamdan
They will say behind me
Ben öldükten sonra
After i die
O, yalnız şiir yazardı
He only wrote poetry
Ve yağmurlu gecelerde
And on rainy nights
Elleri cebinde gezerdi
He would wander around with his hands in his pockets
Yazık diyecek
What a pity will say
Hatıra defterimi okuyan
Those who read my diary
Ne talihsiz adammış
What an unfortunate man he was
İmanı gevremiş parasızlıktan
Racked with pain because of poverty