Tutmaz oldu artýk babam dizleri, Özledim diyordu gelin sizleri, Ak kýnalý elli haným kýzlarý, Babam bir ocaktý sobam sýcaktý.
Al kömbeler piþer sýcak ocakta, Sütü var yanýnda ya da ayranla, Öper idik Babam elin sýrayla, Dualarýn tek tek bize dizerdi.
Babamýn çevresi vardý yavuklu, Osmanlýydý babam sarýk kavuklu, Rahmet bol olsunlar kabrinde nurlu, Babam uyku yokdu gündüz sýzardý.
Çalýþýr dükkanda akþam evine, Bayramda fistanlýk gelir geline, Çalýþýr durmadan okusun diye, Parayý yavruya her ay yollardý.
Bir ömüre üç beþ ömür sýðdýrdý, Çok evlerde yaptý para yaðdýrdý, Sýcak yemeklere ustalar kandý, Cömert idi Babam herkes severdi.
Yorgun geçti yýllar kalmadý derman, Geldi Yüce Rab’den bir gün de ferman, Dört kez Hacca vardý helal paraylan, Hatime Kurslara babam giderdi.
Her gelen bir gün de elbet gidecek, Kazýlmýþ mezarlar veda edecek, Evlattan Babaya dua gelecek, Babam Ebemi ziyaret ederdi.
Hüdayi sýr dolu dünya bilinmez, Ölen hep insandýr artýk gelinmez, Býraktý eserin Babalar ölmez, Babam Anam beni pek çok severdi.
10.02.2021//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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WORK LEFT MY FATHER ..
My father is no longer holding his knees, The bride was saying I miss you, White hennaed hands, ladies girls, My father was a stove and my stove was hot.
Al kömbeler are cooked on the hot stove, She has milk or buttermilk, We kissed my father, your hand in turn, Your prayers would be arranged for us one by one.
My father had a circle around him, My father was an Ottoman with a turban turban, May the graves be glorious, My father was sleepless, he would leak during the day.
He works in the shop to his house in the evening, Come to the bride on holiday, He works so that he can read constantly, He would send the money to the offspring every month.
He fit three or five lifetimes in a lifetime, He made money in many houses, The masters were fond of hot meals, He was generous My father loved everyone.
Tired years have passed, my remedy is, One day the decree came from the Lord Almighty, He had Halal money four times for Hajj, My father used to go to Hatime Courses.
One day that comes every day will surely go away, Dug tombs will say goodbye, Prayer will come from Son to Father, My father used to visit my midwife.
The world full of secrets is unknown, The one who dies is always a human, no longer comes He left your work Fathers do not die, My father and mother loved me very much.
10.02.2021 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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