I took it from the neighbor in this false world, Nobody knows their right souls, Neighbors drank the poison from the hands, Nobody knows my troubles dears.
I entered the enemy without knowing it, Neighbors suffered for years, I endured the work of God, Neighbors don’t know how I am.
Don’t do it, brothers and sisters, Are all these cruelties to me? God sees what his servants are, Neighbors do not know themselves.
It made snow in my spring in my summer, The rains divorced me in the winter, They did not look at my tears The oppressors do not know their hell souls.
They never forget they live in vain, Unaware of the neighbor, they always rejoice, They come together and put a dagger in my bosom, The heedless souls do not know their limits.
Don’t talk behind me and make decisions, The world is empty, do not go to waste, Do not eat my right and then burn, Hell does not know the pomegranate souls.
Your neighbors do not know, Doesn’t see that I go out to my house and pull it Even if he is a beautiful neighbor, Souls do not know the memory of the neighborhood.
Hüdayi says I’m tired now, I believed God will solve my problem, I would say I presented it to him, I believed him, Souls do not know the power of my Lord.
13.03.2019 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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