WRITTEN DERDÝMI ON THE MOUNTAINS ON THE STONES ...
I wrote my troubles on mountains and stones, There was no answer or sound, I dug my sorrow into stones with a pickaxe, He said you don’t have a problem with every digging.
This problem, God, you gave it to me You gave the thorn while asking for rosebuds, You said that this is my servant. He said he was denied every time he prayed.
There was a voice in this fate, Do not be in trouble, Please continue your prayer with patience, He said you would finally reach the range.
If the owner is me, to whom do I complain, Asylum, obey Allah’s command, If you become a rebel, kill it, He said everything is coming to an end.
I said this problem will go with me, I was the one who knew my problem best, I ate myself by burning my pain, He said your troubles are not over and will increase.
Sorrow and scales were not permanent, They were not always, but baths, As a result, people are pristine, He said the remedy for every problem is Mevlana.
This dear does not run out of troubles, Problems are harmful, A Muslim cannot enter paradise without any trouble, He said of troubles that extinguished his soul.
Hüdayi was in my trouble for years, I burned and finally reached God, Cemalin is my main intention to see, He said the most beautiful is Cemal ..
30.09.2018 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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