Ol canýn hulkuma geldiði zaman, Azrail görünür sana ey insan, Ruhun bedenden ayrýlýrken can, Ne kadar acýdýr ölüm sancýsý.
Çekilir ruhun bedenden yukarý, Canýn yanar su istersin devamlý, Doruða ulaþýr ölüm acýsý, Ne kadar acýdýr ölüm sancýsý.
Yayýlýr bedene türlü acýlar, Garip insan Haktan yardým arzular, Azrail bir anda seni karþýlar, Ne kadar acýdýr ölüm sancýsý.
Gamlanýr dert tasa artar þiddeti, Karþýndadýr Azrailin çehresi, Ya cehennem ya da cennet bahçesi, Ne kadar acýdýr ölüm sancýsý.
Tam çýkarken ruh cesetten dýþarý, Ölür nefsin zillet olur duraðý, Bir müjde beklersin Haktan devamlý, Ne kadar acýdýr ölüm sancýsý.
Ýlahi bir ses gelir sonra Haktan, Sevin der Allahýn uykudan uyan, Cennettir ya cehennem evin insan, Ne kadar acýdýr ölüm sancýsý.
Erersin felaha ya da helake, Kararsýzdýr kalbin baþlar telaþe, Ne kadar kaçsan da boþtur nafile, Ne kadar acýdýr ölüm sancýsý.
Dünyadan ümitler kesilir anda, Hüdayi der Rabbim koymasýn darda, Habibin Üstadým olsun yanýmda, Ne kadar acýdýr ölüm sancýsý.
25.12.2019//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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DEATH ARTICLE ..
When the sweet soul comes to my hulk, The grim reaper appears to you, human, As the soul leaves the body, How painful the pain of death.
Your soul retreats from the body, It hurts, you want water all the time, The pain of death reaches its climax, How painful the pain of death.
Various pain spreads to the body, Strange human desires help from the Right, Azrail meets you in a moment, How painful the pain of death.
Sorrow, sorrow, anxiety, its severity, Against the face of the Azrael, Either Hell or Paradise Garden How painful the pain of death.
As the soul leaves the corpse, Your soul dies and it becomes a disgrace. You await good news from the truth, How painful the pain of death.
A divine voice comes after the Truth, God says rejoice, wake up from sleep, It’s heaven or hell, your house is human, How painful the pain of death.
You go to disaster or destruction, Your heart is indecisive, it starts to rush, No matter how much you run, it is futile, How painful the pain of death.
Hopes are lost in the world, Say hüdayi, my Lord does not put him in trouble, Let me be my Master of Habib with me, How painful the pain of death.
25.12.2019 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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