Uyandým uykudan durdum Yüceye, Serdim seccademi vardým secdeye, Niyazým Rabbimden beni Kul eyle, Kullarýna bizi sevdir Ya rabbi.
Kullarýna sevdir sevsin bizi de, Sevdir Habibine sevdir meleðe, Arþýnda Kürsünde Aziz Kul eyle, Azizlere bizi sevdir Ya Rabbi.
Kalbime gönlüme sevgini koydur, Ýlhamýn gönder de nuruna doydur, Günah kirlerinden ruhumu soydur, Salihlere bizi sevdir Ya Rabbi.
Melekler yollarda Selamýn versin, Semada arzýnda hep bizi sevsin, Azat et günahtan bu Kuldur densin, Meleklere bizi sevdir Ya Rabbi.
Yaþým altmýþ oldu erdim kemale, Zamaným yaklaþtý geldim zevale, Narýndan ýrak et girdir Cennete, Cennetine bizi sevdir Ya Rabbi.
Bundan kaylý bize yazma günahý, Gözümden uzak et haram zinayý, Camiye yakýn et doldur sevabý, Mescitlere bizi sevdir Ya Rabbi.
Sayýlý günlerim azaldý bakýn, Tutmuyor dizlerim gitmez ayaðýn, Kabristana doðru yollarým yakýn, Mezarlýða bizi sevdir Ya Rabbi.
Son demde imanla al bizim caný, Mümin geldik mümin al bizden caný, Hüdayi yol uzun topla azýðý, Kur’anýna bizi sevdir Ya Rabbi.
07.03.2021//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN OSMANOÐLU
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LOVE OR LORD ..
I woke up and stood from sleep to the High, I laid my prayer rug, I prostrated, Make me a servant from my Lord, Make your servants love us, O Lord.
Make love to your servants and love us, Love your beloved, make love to the angel, Be the Holy Kul on the Chair behind him, Make the saints love us, O Rabbi.
Put your love in my heart Send your inspiration and be satisfied with your light, Strip my soul from the dirt of sin, Make the righteous love us, O Rabbi.
May the angels hail on the roads, May you always love us in the sky in your desire, Free yourself from your sin, let it be this Kuldur, Make the angels love us, O Lord.
I was sixty years old, I was mature, My time has approached, I have come to pleasure, Get away from your pomegranate and enter Paradise, Make us love your paradise, Ya Rabbi.
The sin of writing to us is lost from this, Get out of my sight, haram adultery, Close to the mosque, the reward of meat filling, Make us love mosques, O Lord.
See my numbered days are reduced, My knees don’t hold, your feet won’t go My paths are near to the cemetery, Make us love the cemetery, O Rabbi.
In the last word, take our soul with faith, Believers, we came, believers, take our life, Hüdayi road is long with a ball, Make us love your Qur’an, O Lord.
07.03.2021 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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