Sister Gülizar, How Clean She Was!

She herself was a widow, her soldier remained in the war.
She was a devout, faithful, faithful servant.
She laughed colorfully, the courtyard of her house.
She used to work with the comb,
Sister Gülizar, how clean she was!

A deep well, in front of her house,
She would draw the clean water with a spinning wheel.
Her best trait was cleanliness.
Every day this sister would wash the courtyard,
Sister Gülizar, how clean she was!

She washed the road with well water.
She had cut the mulberry for fear of dirt.
With her clean mind, she was an example to everyone.
She deals with turf, stone, in the garden,
Sister Gülizar, how clean she was!

The broom would never fall out of your hand!
Draft, bucket, wanders around the courtyard.
Rust with dirt, is it possible to touch the glass?
With the handle and the shovel, she chases it to the road,
Sister Gülizar, how clean she was!

She would never throw a butt on the road,
She wouldn't sell garbage, it's on the doorstep!
She wouldn't make fun of anyone who comes and goes.
The plate stood on the tin wall,
Sister Gülizar, how clean she was!

It opens silently, the latch of the door.
Runs back, if the dog is unbound.
Passing slowly, the door is opened!
You can only enter with socks,
Sister Gülizar, how clean she was!

The roads were dusty, from drought in summer.
The mane reddened, as the wind blew!
She would be bad if you dragged your shoes.
With long-necked reed, oud, is it possible to pass,
Sister Gülizar, how clean she was!

She became relatives, with all the neighborhood.
She was a name, clean ladies.
She had become a picture, it hung in the hearts.
Neighbors would always look at she with a bowl of kebab,
Sister Gülizar, how clean she was!