Yöre: Erzincan
Söz-Müzik: Ali Ekber Çiçek (1935-2006)
Klasik Gitar: Sinan Cem Eroğlu
It is the winter months and the mountains are cold
You are a true beloved whose place is my heart
Do not try to attend to my wound for its deep
Have you come to visit me my beloved
Have you come to ask of me my sultan
My troubles are not one but have become a thousand and fifty
Some call me wise and others crazy
So that you may comfort me with your words
Is that why you have come my beloved
Have you come to ask of me my sultan
Shah-ı Merdan (Ali) has become the foundation of this path
The goal of all the faithful is to reach his grandeur
The wound of Muhammad and Ali is clear
Have you come to dress their wound my beloved
Have you come to ask of them my sultan