Babam on yýlým geçti sensiz yine, Unutmam ki babam, seni an bile, Gündüzde gecemde,rüyam seninle, Olmuyor ki her günüm çile Babam.
Anneler babalar candýr yakýný, Yetim öksüz adýn olmadýlar mý, Güzel evler bana virane sanki, Geçmiyor gün eskisi gibi Babam.
Mezarda çiçekler ,çok güzel olmuþ, Babam isterim ki, Cenneti bulmuþ, Rabbül Alemin cc. razý da olmuþ, Gülllerin açýlsýn, mezarda Babam.
Bayramlar geçti bak, hep yalnýz sensiz, Gecem sensiz gündüz belli belirsiz, Hiç olur mu Babam evlad babasýz, Hakkýný helal et bizlere Babam.
Ne var ne yok Babam yerin altýnda, Üstde deðiþen yok iþler yolunda, Rabbim rahmet etsin bütün kullara, Azrail bekliyor pusuda Babam.
Gelmezsin bilirim artýk buraya, Gidenler memnunlar,dönmez dünyaya, Her kulun baþýna,gelir sýrayla, Ölüm bir köprüdür,Cennete Babam.
Yaðmur yaðar ýslanýr mýsýn nemden? Gece insan korkar yalnýz kabirden, Mezar çok karanlýk,korkunç geceden, Korkuyorum inan ölümden Babam.
Rabbim acýr cümle, mümin kullara, Hüdayi der herkes, Cennete vara, Dünya imtihan zor her günü cefa, Rabbim Gafur acýr kullara Babam.
28.02.2021//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN OSMANOÐLU
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IT IS NOT YOU, MY FATHER ..
My father, ten years have passed without you again I do not forget that my father, even remember you I am day in my night, my dream is with you It doesn’t happen, my father, every day is an ordeal.
Both mother and father are relatives of people, Did they not have an orphan name? Beautiful houses seem like ruins to me, The days do not pass as before.
Your tomb is made, it is beautiful, I wish my father found heaven, Rabbül Alam is also pleased, May your gulls open, my father in the grave.
The holidays have passed, look, always alone without you, My night without you, the day is vague, Will it ever be my father, child and fatherless, Halal your rights to us, my father.
What’s up my father is under the ground, There is no change at the top, things are alright, May my Lord have mercy on all servants, Azrail is waiting, always in ambush.
I know you won’t come here anymore Those who go are satisfied, they do not return to the world, It comes to each servant one by one, Death is a bridge to Cennet Ala.
Do you get wet when it rains, Dad? At night one fears only the grave, The tomb is so dark, from the terrible night, I am afraid my father, believe death.
My Lord, pity the sentence to believing servants, Everyone says hüdayi, come to heaven, The test of the world is difficult, every day is an ordeal, My Lord, Unwary, My womb hurts the servants.
28.02.2021 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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