Sometimes a lively joy or woe in the world,
Sometimes as hidden clue or show in the world.

Pretty embroidery in a film of yore,
Is presented as a lithe glow in the world.

The sprightly rehearsals and laughing did go,
But moving pictures did not go in the world.

The breezes at the dawn are spread around soft,
In the cool morning did they blow in the world.

Mâhî, again a small gazel was written,
Who is softly sharing a glow in the world.

Drinkers of devilish drinks at times of night,
Are drinking nightly, behind bars imprisoned.

At night the mind's at rest,
While away from the rest.

I saw one night the shining neon brightly,
And hueful, pretty hair breezing so sprightly.
Reminded of a face around these places,
At crowded city squares who're going lightly.

Hiç bir yer kalmaz kuru,
Yaş olur topraklar,
Düşer Nisan yağmuru,
Düşer sarı yapraklar.
Döner yine bu Gülşen,
Hatırlatır zarafet,
Ve hayran kalırım ben,
Göklerden gelir rahmet.
Açılır sümbül ve gül,
Mevsimler yavaş geçer,
Lakin istemez gönül,
Bırakmamayı seçer.
  Gitti Hazan mevsimi,
  Gitti Nisan mevsimi.

Angel Grove shines summery with its bays,
In the winds each and every palm tree sways.

It is time to chill out after winter,
With moves and ways under the brightful rays.

At summery days shining in bright beams,
To the Youth Center there are many ways.

A long time ago or just previously,
The trends and fashions breeze throughout this place.

From colorful shows to glittering fights,
The river of Gihon saw here the plays.

At times of twilight, between day and night,
Is this city like a divided maze?

A pun, a pun, a pun I seek,
Throughout the voiceful days,
Upon the words, around the worlds,
The witty puns I chase.

At times at certain witty moods,
It is a piece of cake,
With witty cherries on the top,
I get or I do bake!