Mankind cannot get enough of gold, Even if it’s a valley, he wants one more Even if the fifth is full, it wants six, Soil feeds people’s eyes.
Naturally fond of trowel, Dollars don’t always look at the cash registers for the poor, Zakat does not know no in the afterlife, Soil feeds the eyes of the rich.
The afterlife, the afterlife, the death, Cruelty who thinks about the hereafter cannot do, The greatest truth is my rose, the grave, Earth feeds the eyes of the ignorant.
If the world is mine, it will stay here Rich and poor will be no different there, We came naked Souls will arrive naked, Earth feeds the eyes of the man.
Some are rich here and some poor, He works at his rich door miserable, There’s dirt in your raging wicked rich heart, Soil feeds the eyes of the mogul.
The Lord gives the employee the wealth of knowledge, Human beings do not know, they know themselves, The rich will be off guard and come to rebellion, The earth feeds the eyes of the heedless.
The generous rich will surely arrive in Heaven, In the judgment, your reward does not get the scales, Mosques put bridges behind, Bahil’s eyes are full of soil.
Even though the vault is filled with gold and silver, Even though the soundless safes are frosty, Hüdayi even though poverty is beautiful, Soil feeds the poor’s eyes.
30.03.2021 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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