My little rain, oh rain away,
My little well, oh fill thyself.

Bring bread, let us eat, rain away,
Let us say, "Give thanks to God!"

I was freezing, I became cold,
I became a cheese dumpling.

They took my cheese from my hand,
They put me out on the road.

On the road I found a spool,
I gave the spool to my little midwife.

My midwife gave to me some millet,
I gave the millet to the birds.

Birds gave me wings, I flew up high up to the sky which gave me rain,
I then gave the rain drops to the earth.

The earth then gave me verdure,
I gave the verdure to my sheep.

One of the sheep then gave me a lamb,
I gave my lamb to my master.

He then gave to me a donkey,
I leapt on and I rode to Black Water.

Much blood there does flow fast,
Two nightingales do gaze at me.

Bring their blood that we may drink,
Let's take the road to White Palace.

White Palace does have a padlock,
Last night, the arrival, who is he?

My uncle's soon, little Musa.
He has a donkey, he came from White Palace,
His little donkey has short little legs, oy! Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!

See Song No. 49a of Bela Bartok, Turkish Folk Music from Asia Minor, ed. Benjamin Suchoff
(Princeton, NJ: Princeton Univerity Press, 1976), pp. 146-7, and text, p. 243.
For further commentary, see A. Adnan Saygun, Bela Bartok's Folk Music Research in Turkey
(Budapest: Akademiai Kiado, 1976), 367-8.