CAN VERİRSİN AZRAİLE..
Yalandýr bu dünya kalmaz kimseye,
Hani anan baban hani nerede?
Servet ile malýn kalýr geride,
Can verir sonunda hep Azraile.
Doðarda insanlar bebeklik yaþar,
Can bedende durmaz sokaða koþar,
Çaðlayýp gençlikte ýrmaðý coþar,
Can verir sonunda hep Azraile.
Düþünmez ölümü kýrar kalpleri,
Tatlý dünya malý bilmez helali
Evlat hayýrsýzdýr büker belini,
Can verir sonunda hep Azraile.
Bükülünce beli gider camiye,
Elbet sýra gelir bize de diye,
Tevbe alýp girer dini meclise,
Can verir sonunda hep Azraile.
Ölünce hanýmý sýðmaz bir yere,
Hayýrsýz gelinler koymaz evine,
Sýcak yeme olmaz simitle pide,
Can verir sonunda hep Azraile.
Yaþlanýr iyice düþer yataða,
Korlar çocuklarý artýk sýraya,
Oðlundaysa bir ay,bir ay kýzlarda,
Can verir sonunda hep Azraile.
Ahbabý yaraný gelir arada,
Geçer günler elbet soðuk odada,
Hastalanýr kýþta yatar yatakta,
Can verir sonunda hep Azraile.
Dolup da vadesi gelir eceli,
Hüdayi der ölüm gelecek belli,
Kabirde ameller bekliyor bizi,
Can verir sonunda hep Azraile.
23.02.2017//KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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GIVE YOU LIFE AZRAÝLE ..
This world is a lie, nobody remains
Where is your mother and father?
Wealth and property are left behind,
It gives life, and in the end, always the Azra family.
In nature, people live in infancy,
The soul does not stop in the body, runs to the street,
In youth, the river flows,
It gives life, and in the end, always the Azra family.
They don’t think, their hearts break death,
Sweet world does not know the goods, halal
The son is unhelpful, he bends his waist,
It gives life, and in the end, always the Azra family.
When it bends, the waist goes to the mosque,
Of course it will be our turn,
He repents and enters the religious council,
It gives life, and in the end, always the Azra family.
When she dies, her lady is out of place,
He does not put unprofitable brides in his house,
Do not eat hot, simit and pita,
It gives life, and in the end, always the Azra family.
He gets old and falls to the bed,
Embers the children now line up,
For a son, a month for girls,
It gives life, and in the end, always the Azra family.
His dude comes around,
Days pass, of course, in a cold room
He gets sick in winter in bed,
It gives life, and in the end, always the Azra family.
It is full and its due date will come,
Hüdayi says death will come,
Deeds await us in the grave,
It gives life, and in the end, always the Azra family.
23.02.2017 // KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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