She saw three mounted warriors, they had spears in their hands. It was winter, everywhere was snowy. They got down from the horses, there was meat in front of them. When the man came upon her she grabbed his collar. In the end they danced the halay in the crowd with her brother and her cousin, at night it became one thirty. The police said let us close, what time has it become.
Reading
It is strengthening, moving forward, and an opportunity coming into her hand. Three mounted ones are a wish. If there is meat in front it is gossip, if there is a horse it is a wish. Grabbing the collar is the return of the struggle she gave. The halay is the evil eye upon them. Within a month and a half their rising at the door of the state may happen. The phrase what time is it is hopelessness. If they hurry there will be distress, let them wait.
This is an AI translation of Mehmet Emin Kırgil's Turkish reading.