Ömer bin Abdulaziz,deðer vermez dünyaya, Adar kendini Hakka,hizmet eder kullara, Taht kurmuþtur gönülde,herkes severdi onu, Adaletli Halife,Haktan çok korkuyordu.
Rüya gördü bir gece,hizmetci kadýn köle, Kopmuþ kýyamet orda,toplanmýþlar mahþere, Ýnsanlar ter içinde,kurulmuþ bir terazi, Allah soruyor kula,ince ince hesabý.
Gelir cümle hükümdar,sýrat köprü baþýna, Ýlk önce gelir sýra,Abdulmelik Sultana, Atar bir iki adým,düþer hemen ateþe, Ardýndan sýra gelir,oðul Sultan Velide.
Siler gözünden yaþý,seslenir Halifeye, Cennette gördüm sizi,duyuramaz nafile, Geçiyordun sýratý,sanki bir þimþek gibi, Durmaz bir an nafile,Sultanýn iniltisi.
Kesilir birden hemen,ne ses var ne inilti, Bakarlar gitmiþ Sultan,vermiþler son nefesi, Biter dünyanýn derdi,kazanýrlar cenneti, Dünya çetin imtihan,ýstýrablý lezzeti.
20.11.2014//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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TEARS OF THE STIRAB ....
Omar bin Abdulaziz does not value the world, Adar himself, Hakka, serves the servants, He established a throne in the heart, everyone loved him, The Just Caliph was very afraid of the Truth.
She dreamed one night, servant woman slave, The apocalypse is there, they have gathered, People are sweaty, an established scale, God asks the servant, fine calculation.
Income sentence ruler, sirat per bridge, It comes first, Abdulmelik Sultana, He throws a few steps, falls immediately into the fire, Then comes the turn, son Sultan Velide.
He steps immediately, his slide foot is there, Hell burns beneath, rolls into the pit, Sentence past ruler, all burn in fire, It’s time to dream, Sultan Abdulazize.
While telling the maid, the Caliph cries immediately, He hits his head, whatever he does is no remedy, Everyone gathered there, they call it my Caliph, dream Stop whining, don’t cry please for nothing.
Servant woman cries, tears pour out of sight, With the caliph, they have passed out, Like a fish fluttering, life will come out of my heart, As if dying, the cries don’t stop there.
He tears from his eyes, he calls out to the Caliph, I have seen you in heaven, it cannot make you heard, You were passing like a lightning bolt An endless moment is futile, the sultan’s groan.
It stops suddenly, there is no sound or moaning, Bakar is gone Sultan, they gave his last breath, The world ends, they win paradise, The world is a tough test, its painful taste.
20.11.2014 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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