KABİR SON DURAK ...

Þehrin bir de vardýr,kabristanlýðý,
Sessiz,in,cin top oynuyorlar sanki,
Hep taþtan mermerdendir evleri,
Son durak,orasý ahret kapýsý.




Kimi genç,yaþlý,yatýyorlar hepsi,
Ses vermiyor sana,selam versende,
Sanki diyor okuyan,canlýydým bende,
Son durak,orasý,ahret kapýsý.




Mezarcýlar baktým,kazýyor mezarý,
Alýþmýþ bir yandan,içiyor sigarayý,
Kalkýp mezardan kaldýrmýyor kafayý,
Son durak orasý,ahret kapýsý.




Her gün on,onbeþ geliyor cenaze,
Giriyor hemen,bir kaç metre kabire,
Acýlý yürekler,aðlýyor içlice,
Son durak orasý,ahret kapýsý.



Anamýz babamýz,yatýyor orda,
Kýyamete kadar hep yatacakta,
Kimbilir yerimiz,ne kadar,nerde?
Son durak orasý,ahret kapýsý.




Dýþtan bakýnca bize bir haber yok,
Batýnla baksan kabirde sýkýntý çok,
Karanlýk neyse de azapsýz gün yok,
Son durak orasý,ahret kapýsý.




Hep orayý düþünse insan çýldýrýr,
Dünyadan çýkýp ahrete daldýrýr,
Orada insaný yalnýz Allah korur,
Son durak orasý,ahret kapýsý.




Mezarlýkta günahým aklýma gelir,
Allahým o dar yerde,halimiz nolur,
Ýnsan ölümden korkarak Hakka varýr,
Son durak orasý,ahret kapýsý.




Hüdai,korkma.ferahlat kalbini,
Dünyada nasýlsak, yaþarýz ayný,
Nasýl sevdiysek,Resulü,Allahý,
Yardým olur elbet, sev yaradaný.

11.05.2011//Kýrýkkale
HÝDAYET DOÐAN

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KABIR FINAL STOP...

The city also has a cemetery,
Quiet, descend, as if they are playing ball,
Their houses are always made of stone and marble,
Last stop, that’s the door of the afterlife.




Some young, old, they all lie down,
Doesn’t make a sound to you, when you say hi,
It’s like the reader says, I was alive too,
The last stop, there, the door of the afterlife.




I looked at the gravediggers, digging the grave,
On the one hand, he is used to smoking,
He doesn’t get up and raise his head from the grave,
That’s the last stop, the door of the afterlife.




Every day ten, fifteen comes the funeral,
He enters immediately, a few meters into the grave,
Painful hearts are crying inwardly,
That’s the last stop, the door of the afterlife.



Our mother and father lie there,
He will always sleep until the end of the day,
Who knows our place, how much, where?
That’s the last stop, the door of the afterlife.




From the outside, there is no news for us,
If you look with your stomach, there is a lot of trouble in the grave,
Whatever the darkness, there is no day without punishment,
That’s the last stop, the door of the afterlife.




People go crazy if they think about it all the time.
He leaves the world and plunges into the hereafter,
Only God protects man there,
That’s the last stop, the door of the afterlife.




In the cemetery, my sin comes to mind,
My God, how are we in that narrow place,
Man attains the Truth by fearing death.
That’s the last stop, the door of the afterlife.




Hüdai, do not be afraid.
How we are in the world, we live the same,
As we loved the Messenger, Allah,
Of course it will help, love the creator.

11.05.2011//Kýrýkkale
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