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ARIM BALIM PETEĞİM
MY BEE, MY HONEY, MY HONEYCOMB
Göz yaşım şarap olsa, her günüm azap olsa
Even though my tears becomes wine, even though my each day becomes pain
Gül yüzüm harap olsa yine seni seveceğim
Even though my smiling face becomes wrecked, I will love you anyway
Arım balım petegim gülüm dalım çiçeğim
My bee, my honey, my honeycomb; my rose, my stem, my flower
Bilsem ki öleceğim yine seni seveceğim
If I know that I will die, I will love you anyway
Ne emelim ne arzum kalmasa tek umudum
Neither my wish nor my desire; even though I have no hope left
Erisem yudum yudum yine seni seveceğim
Even though I melt in sups, I will love you anyway
Arım balım petegim gülüm dalım çiçeğim
My bee, my honey, my honeycomb; my rose, my stem, my flower
Bilsem ki öleceğim yine seni seveceğim
If I know that I will die, I will love you anyway
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*Life is the art of drawing sufficient conclusions from insufficient premises-----
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