In the valley of the Yaila,
in the garden of my friend,
In the market of life,
in the mountain of the heart,
In the mother's lap,
in the father's lap,
In the right prayer of a fresh bride,
I didn't call you, I didn't call you,
In the mother's lap,
in the father's lap,
In the right prayer of a fresh bride,
I searched for you, I searched for you
But I couldn't find you in the world of Namer
In the heart of the lover,
in the tongue of the lover,
in the string of the instrument,
in the house of the folk
In the love of the love,
in the essence of the rose,
in the black eye of the fresh lover
I searched for you,
I searched for you But I couldn't find you in the world of Namer
In the love of the love,
in the essence of the rose,
in the black eye of the fresh lover
I searched for you,
I searched for you But I couldn't find you in the world of Namer
In the cold waters flowing from the rivers,
in the summer rain,
in the winter snow
By the good,
in the court of the truth,
in the warm blood of a just man
I searched for you,
I searched for you But I couldn't find you in the world of Namer
By the good,
in the court of the truth,
in the warm blood of a just man
I searched for you,
I searched for you But I couldn't find you in the world of Namer
But I couldn't find you in the world of Namer