Þu yalan dünyada nasýl yaþadým, Baharda yazýmda gülmedim canlar, Ýnsanlardan bir gün vefa görmedim, Þiirler yazýp ta bandým be canlar.
Çile dolu yýllar derman aradým, Hasretlik çekerek dergaha vardým, Yaþým yetti canlar Kemali buldum, Derdime yanýp ta yandým ben Canlar.
Çok acýlar çektim istedim Hak’tan, Yoktur ilaç dendi derman Allahtan, Toprak ekin vermez kurumuþ tarlan, Duayý yapýp ta kandým ben Canlar.
Duygu insanýydým coþtum çaðladým, Seherlerde kalktým çokca aðladým, Sonum merak ettim gaflete daldým, Baþýmý çalýp ta yardým ben Canlar.
Aðladým aðladým tükendi yaþým, Sonunda gördüm ki derman Allahým, Çýkýlmaz yollarda koþtum usandým, Rabbime varýp ta buldum ben Canlar.
Çileli yýllarým hayli yýl oldu, Baharlar güz oldu yazlarým soldu, Acýlar katlandý zirveyi buldu, Aynaya bakýp ta korktum ben Canlar.
Hepsi boþa imiþ kalýr burada, Tarla, altýn, gümüþ girmez mezara, Hesap kolay olsun düþme tamaha, Servet mutlu eder sandým ben Canlar.
Elbet sonu mezar herkes girecek, Hüdayi ettiðin orda görecek, Dünyada aðlayan orda gülecek, Dünyada yaþarken öldüm ben Canlar.
04.03.2019//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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I WAS LIVES ..
How did I live in that false world, I wrote poems but I didn’t laugh souls, I did not see a day of loyalty from neighbors, I write books and dear dear.
Years full of suffering I looked for remedy, I arrived immediately, longing, I was old enough, so I found perfection, I burned my pain, I souls.
I suffered so much, I wanted Haktan, There is no medicine, the remedy is God, The soil does not produce crops, I made the prayer and died.
I was a person of emotion, I was enthusiastic, I fell, I woke up at dawn and cried a lot, I wondered about the end, I fell into heedlessness, I steal my head and help me dear.
I cried, I cried, my age is exhausted, I finally believed my God, I ran on the difficult roads, I got tired I reached my Lord and found souls.
I have had many years of suffering, Spring has become autumn, my summers have faded, The pains folded, found the peak, I looked in the mirror and got scared.
All wasted here, Field gold and silver does not enter the grave, Let the account be easy, don’t fall into love, I fell into fullness and died, souls.
Certainly everyone will enter the grave at the end, You will see it there, Who cries in the world will laugh there, I was put in the grave and died.
04.03.2019 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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