Hüdayi der yýllar nasýl da geçti, Ecelim yaklaþtý kefenim biçti, Kabrimin tahtasý mermerin seçti, Köyümün mezarý yadýma düþtü.
27.02.2019//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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KARAÐAÇ VILLAGE FALLED IN MY LIFE ..
My village is Karaaðaç Çelebi obam, I fell asleep tonight when I slept, Now my parents in his grave, The mountains of my village fell on my side.
The road to my village is Çelebi plateau, Covered with forest both right and left, Anatolia is beautiful to man, My village forest fell on my side.
We would steal the scythe to the dry crop, We would sail the sheep and goats on the nozzle, My mother would bring the buttermilk to us, The girls of my village went to my aid.
My village roads are stony and thorny, The remedy of my pain is hidden in my village, For days somehow pulled me The roads of my village are on my side.
Birds sang beautifully in his forest, Various plants would grow in his garden, Roosters used to say get up at dawn, My village geese fell on my side.
The sheep and the lambs were in the morning, My mother would sift flour for bread, Fresh katmer was enough for all of us, My village’s lives fell on my side.
My teacher would recite the prayer in the evening and morning, Girls used to weave carpets in school, There would be mawlut on Friday, on eid, The stones of my village fell on my side.
Hüdayi says how the years passed, My fate has approached, and my shroud has reaped, The wood of my grave chose marble, My village’s grave fell on my side.
27.02.2019 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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