Cehennem içinde vucutlar yanar, Etlerim dökülür gözlerim akar, Ateþe girince ciðerim daðlar, Cehenneme sokma bizi Ya Rabbi.
Kimseler acýmaz bakmaz feryada, Aðlayýp dövünme geçti dünyada, Tevbem kabul görmez etme boþuna, Cehenneme sokma bizi Ya Rabbi.
Aylarca yýllarca kalýrým Nar’da, Azap þiddetlenir yýllar boyunca, Sýkýntýlý günler herkes telaþta, Cehenneme sokma bizi Ya Rabbi.
Yanar dudaklarým arzular suyu, Zebani elinden yakan zakkumu, Alýnca elime yakar avcumu, Cehenneme sokma bizi Ya Rabbi.
Hararetli sudur dumaný çýkar, Elim parçalanýr etlerim döker, Aðzýma koyunca içerim yakar, Cehenneme sokma bizi Ya Rabbi.
Bu ne biçim sudur yakar her yeri, Ýçince bir yudum su döker bedeni, Karnýma dolunca parçalar beni, Cehenneme sokma bizi Ya Rabbi.
Hararet yükselir koþsam havuza, Ateþten havuzda derim soyula, Ordan ferah diye koþarým Nar’a, Cehenneme sokma bizi Ya Rabbi.
Mekik dokur insan havuzdan Nar’a, Hüdayi der Rabbim bizi baðýþla, Cehennem korkunç yer bir kere koyma, Cehenneme sokma bizi Ya Rabbi.
16.10.2020//KIRIKKALE 03.15 HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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HELL US IN THE HELL ..
Bodies burn in Hell My flesh pours, my eyes run out, My lungs are mountains when I enter the fire, Do not let us into Hell, Ya Rabbi.
Nobody looks pity at a cry, Crying and beating passed in the world, Do not accept repentance in vain, Do not let us into Hell, Ya Rabbi.
I stay in Nar for months and years, The torment intensifies through the years, Troubled days, everyone is in a rush, Do not let us into Hell, Ya Rabbi.
My lips burn, desire water, The oleander that burned the hellhound, When he takes it, he burns my palm to my hand, Do not let us into Hell, Ya Rabbi.
It is hot water and smoke comes out, My hand crumbles, my meat pours, When I put it in my mouth, I drink it burns. Do not let us into Hell, Ya Rabbi.
What kind of water is this to burn, His body pours a sip of water when he drinks it, Tears me apart when my belly is full, Do not let us into Hell, Ya Rabbi.
If the temperature rises and I run into the pool, Peel off my skin in the pool of fire, I run from there to Nar, for relief, Do not let us into Hell, Ya Rabbi.
People make a shuttle from the pool to Nar, Say hüdayi, my Lord, forgive us, Hell is terrible place don’t put it once, Do not let us into Hell, Ya Rabbi.
16.10.2020 // KIRIKKALE 03.15 HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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