Up from Beyoba Village A little later, Bey’s Mansion, I had fun, I pulled the ignition slowly Brain eyes looking from above.
I climbed the cushion up the stairs, The beauty of tea in a cooked samovar, He was a friend of my father’s gentlemen, She caressed my hair and laughed her words.
My lion is Yigid, not at this age, Look, your ages are gone, your youth won’t stay Koçyiðit, there is no girl in this area, She said: - Let me take my hand.
Whoever you want, I’ll take you Let me have your wedding in autumn, Let me set a dowry and a quilt, I want a grandchild also said give me my name.
My Bey’s butler fell in front of me, We wandered the villages with my Fancy Aunt, He said no way we reached someone, He said: -Good okay, orphan bride.
He did not see the sun for the poor in his village, Hodja has recited a beautiful Quran, He reached a meeting at your uncle’s house, Ahu gazelle is like a hidden treasure.
I said: -I love it, okay, Servant of my Lord, both beautiful and devout, I will give his bright grandson, We drank sherbets and put on gold.
We entered the Wedding Association Halay, The happy years have passed, We adopted Bey, gave us a house, We praised the Lord.
18.02.2021 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN il+kale
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