Dawn-wind, go to the mountains
Gather some sun for me
Send messages in all four directions
Gather some sun for me

From amongst the hopes
From the black of eyelashes
From the wound of the knife in the breast
Gather some sun for me

From summer, winter and spring
From the four walls of the jails
From loves at full gallop
Gather some sun for me

Dawn-wind, from the eye of the beloved
From the trace of the flying bird
From the skies of the night
Gather some sun for me

translated by Osman Kaytan & Jean Carpenter Efe