Abdal ata biner bey oldum sanýr, Aþa þalgam girer ,yað oldum sanýr, Abdal karný doyar,gözü yoldadýr, Abdalýn her günü düðün demiþler.
Acele iþlere þeytan karýþýr, Acýkan karýnlar hiç doymam sanýr, Aç tavuk kendini ambarda sanýr, Açýk yaraya tuz konmaz demiþler.
Adamýn hasý iþte belli olur, Aðaçlar kurursa kökünden kurur, Arsýz atýn çiftesi yaman olur, Aðýr giden daðlar aþar demiþler.
Aðlayan çocuða meme verirler, Aðlayanlar burda orda gülerler, Akýl için yollar bir olur derler, Allah bilir kullar sezer demiþler.
Akacak kan varsa damarda durmaz, Aðlayanýn malý hayýrlý olmaz, Alim unutsa da kalem unutmaz, Allah gönle göre verir demiþler.
Allahýn bildiði kuldan saklanmaz, Altýn yere düþse kýymetsiz olmaz, Aman diyen kula kýlýç çalýnmaz, Amel yoksa ilim boþa demiþler.
Anasý neyse kýzý týpký odur, Anasýz bir çocuk kanatsýz kuþtur, Arý bal alacak çiçeði bulur, Ariflere bir söz yeter demiþler.
Arayan sonunda Mevlayý bulur, Acele edenler çabuk yorulur, Ava giden avcý bazen av olur, Ateþ düþer yeri yakar demiþler.
20.08.2017//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
...........................................
NO SALT IS IMPACTED IN THE OPEN WOUND .....
Abdal thinks that I am a horseback gentleman, Goes into turnips, thinks I’m fat, Abdal is full, his eyes are on the road, They called it wedding every day.
The devil is involved in the rush, Hungry bellies think I never get full, The hungry chicken thinks he is in the barn, They said salt is not put in the open wound.
Here’s the man’s figure, If the trees dry up, they dry up from their roots, The couple of the cheeky horse becomes fierce, They said heavy mountains exceed them.
They give breast to the crying child, Those who cry laugh here and there, They say roads become one for reason, God knows, the servants said that they felt.
If there is blood to flow, it will not stop in the vein, The property of the crying is not good, Even if the scholar forgets, the pen does not forget, They said that God will give according to heart.
It is not hidden from a servant who is known to God, Gold would not be worthless if it fell to the ground, A sword is not stolen for a person who says goodbye, They said that if there is no action, my knowledge is wasted.
Whatever her mother is, her daughter is just like that, A motherless child is a bird without wings, The bee finds the flower to buy honey, They said a word to the Arifs.
The seeker finally finds Mawla, Those who rush get tired quickly, The hunter who goes hunting sometimes becomes prey, They said the fire will fall and burn the place.
20.08.2017 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
Sosyal Medyada Paylaşın:
HİDAYET DOĞAN OSMANOĞLU Åžiirleri
(c) Bu şiirin her türlü telif hakkı şairin kendisine ve/veya temsilcilerine aittir.