Telli Turnam

Oh, my stringed crane coming from below,
You don’t have my stringed crane inside you,
If someone asks about my love or my friend,
You don’t have my stringed crane inside you.

I’ve got three troubles,
Don’t make it five,
You don’t have my stringed crane inside you.

My dark-haired darling,
Comb your hair every morning,
Within your strings,
Search for my heart, my love.

They won’t braid your black hair,
They won’t give you to me,
Come on, let’s run away together,
They won’t see us in the dark.