You’ve been looking at me since childhood You are neither tired nor tired of me, Whenever I ran you would hug Your labor has a lot on me, my mother.
If I got sick, you’d be sick If I didn’t get better, you’d breathe gasoline You would pray with your Qur’an in prayer, I have a lot of food on me, mom.
Didn’t you sleep little for offspring, You came to the market with sleepy eyes, Didn’t you sell less milk and cheese in the market? You have a lot of wealth on me, my mother.
Even if I upset you, you would never be angry You would send it to school and look at the road, You would do my homework and play a game, Your longing is too much on me, my mother.
You sent him to the army, you sent him pocket money, You came to the door to marry You stopped playing in the association at the wedding, Your languages are many on me, my mother.
You cooked bittersweet food, fed it, You got rich and poor shirts and dressed them up, You would say do not need to be cynical, You have many feelings on me, my mother.
I read, worked, came to the middle, My mother prayed, I entered the parliament, I became a great man, I received reputation, There are many guides on me, my mother.
You entered the grave like all life, I wish you good judgment if you enter heaven, Let my Lord make you neighbor to us, You have a lot on me, my mother.
03.03.2019 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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