My scribes coat is long, his skirt is muddy.
The scribe has woken up from sleep, his eyes are cloudy.
The scribe is mine, I am his and strangers can’t interfere,
Starched shirt looks nice to the scribe.
While going to Üsküdar, I found a handkerchief,
I put lokum (Turkish delight) into my handkerchief.7
While I search for my scribe, I found him at my side.
The scribe is mine, I am his and strangers can’t interfere,
Starched shirt looks nice to the scribe.