Emir Yüce Haktan, it cannot be prevented, You walked to my Lord, you let it my mother. Whoever comes from the sky, there is no cure, Mawlana you walked, my dear mother.
Mid August, on a hot day, You took your last breath, you left it, Mom. The neighborhood has turned into a sea of mercy, You walked to God, my dear mother.
Seventy-three years old, in his new home, You gathered everyone, you left my mother. Azrael doesn’t wait, when it comes to us, You walked to my Lord, Dear Mother.
They immediately took him to the hospital, You left without coming to you, my mother. Running from above, I came to you You got your right, you left it, Mom.
Until this age, you have been living and living Good advice to us, my mother. May my Lord have mercy, you say to us, Rest comfortably in your grave, my dear mother.
In our new home it doesn’t work without you I was left without a mother, you left my mother. Mom, believe me, your place is not full, You put us alone, My dear mother.
We used to come to you at home, You left us without a holiday, my mother. Now there is no hand to kiss us, You put us orphans, my dear mother.
25.02.2021 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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