My martyr, my beloved, I did not see today, I waited for you by the fountain, If you give me a water, please, I miss you. I looked at my dream and cried.
Everyone’s man is with you at home, You are gone, my beloved is with me, Please do not be afraid in your dark grave, I looked at his picture in the album and cried.
Let the hands of those who shoot lead be broken, He who puts wives alone in the world, I wish from my beloved to live exactly, I looked at my daughters and cried.
You loved girls, you played games, You would say look at my babies and cry, If I die, you would say please and burn, I went to the cemetery and looked at it and cried.
The scoundrel’s bullet burned your liver, When I heard, my cry was based on the Throne, Your father, mother, sister, the whole village cried, I looked at the coffin and cried.
When I was young, I stayed in the village alone, My two babies and I am left helpless, May my Lord not keep us aimless, I looked at myself in the mirror and cried.
Don’t let your eyes stay open behind, Behind me, my state is wide open, The babies are reading, their front is open, I looked at my throne and cried.
Martyr’s wife, widow, orphan, Hüdayi is looking at my State, My Nation, Strangeness hardly flows from the eye, my age is I looked at the grave of my martyr and cried.
08.08.2021//KIRIKKALE HIDAYET DOGAN
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