With a saddlebag and a donkey
For the one traveling from region to region
With a rush mat and with a tent
For the one who spends the night
No need for the house of four beams
In quiet narrow streets
In front of a coffeehouse at daylight
In a deep sleep in the night
For the sake of a warm bed
No need for the house offour rooms
Its roof is of the milky way
Its soil is a pure carpet
Grafted fresh greenery
For the lover of the ballad
No need for the house of four doors
This crazy Yoruk soul
Even passes over the high mountains
And falls in love
It is enwrapped with grace
As my heart is being my nest
No need for the house of four walls
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL