Bir Insan Omrunu Neye Vermeli

What should a person give their life to
It's being spent, what you call life
Those left on the road, those walking
It's being spent, what you call life

My heart shudders if the door is knocked
Those who pass by sense a trick from my breath
Identities are carved in the iron chest
Scattered, what you call life

The outside burns, the inside burns you too
The subtle word should be added to the end
Blind streams the day of separation
Divided, what you call a river

What should a person give their life to
Money, honor, or the thorny path
Is it going down to the root of the tree
Fluttering, what you call a leaf