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The age of exile has devastated my village The nightingale has gone, the owl has landed, come on Those who say I am the lord, I am the pasha They have locked the doors, come on One house is here, one house is across The problem is our neighbors, what happened? The forty-year-old trees have dried up It doesn't look like our village, come on I asked someone where is this? The desolate, sorrowful Çağlar stream He said, brother, here is Mursal The Koçyiğits are sullen, come on Come on, shepherd, come on Since we are sharing our troubles The lambs bleating in the mountains, where do you recognize me? I am Ali? Which Ali are you, I know you, come on I used to wander these hands with the lute in my hand I was troubled, I used to write some epics If you are Ali, why did you turn your hair gray It doesn't look like Kızıltuğ, come on