KIRIKKALE'M ŞEN ŞEHİR......

Kýrýkkale’m þen þehir,
Senden geçer bir nehir,
Sana yetmiyor mehir,
Kýrkkalem þen þehir.



Doðu Karadenize,
Bir çok illerimize,
Güzergah yolsun bize,
Sevgili Kýrýkkale.



Harp sanayimiz sende,
Öðünürüz seninle,
Asalet var isminde,
Sevgili Kýrýkkale.



Balýþeyh Hasandede,
Ünlüsün Keskininle,
Sulakyurt Delice’nle,
Mutlusun Kýrýkkale.



Geldi sana gelenler,
Seni candan sevenler,
Mutludur sivri kalemler,
Seninle Kýrýkkale.



Seven kalplere doldun,
Kervana durak oldun,
Aradýklarýný buldun,
Deðerlisin Kýrýkkale.



Konuklar þairlere,
Sevgiyle gelenlere,
Seni çok sevenlere,,
Hoþsun sen Kýrýkkale.



Destan oldun dillere,
Layýksýn sevgiliye,
Ve davet edenlere,
Teþekkürler Kýrýkkale.



Meþhurdur üzümlerin,
Ünlüdür kavunlarýn,
Berrak akar ýrmaðýn,
Þen þehir Kýrýkkale.



Sevgilimiz camiler,
O selvi minareler,
Var sende daha neler,
Sevgili Kýrýkkale.



Bu destan uzar gider,
Sana medh güçmü yeter,
Selamlar ve sevgiler,
Sevgili Kýrýkkale.



Mutlu ettin Sayarý,
Bu yaþlý ihtiyarý,
Selam ve sevgileri,
Al benden Kýrýkkale.

Þair Ýbrahim Sayar
DÝKMEN-ANKARA

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MY KIRIKKALE IS SEN CITY ......

The joyful city of Kýrýkkale,
A river runs through you
Mehir is not enough for you,
Kýrkkalem is a lively city.

To the Eastern Black Sea,
To many cities,
You send us a route
Dear Kýrýkkale.

You have our war industry,
Our meal is with you,
There is nobility in your name,
Dear Kýrýkkale.

Balýseyh Hasandede,
With your famous chisel,
With Sulakyurt Delice,
You are happy Kýrýkkale.

Those who came to you came to you,
Those who love you dearly,
Sharp pens are happy,
Kýrýkkale with you.

You are filled with loving hearts,
You stopped the caravan,
You found what they were looking for
You are precious Kýrýkkale.

Guests to poets,
To those who come with love,
For those who love you very much,
You’re nice, Kýrýkkale.

You became an epic language,
You are worthy of love,
And to those who invite,
Thank you Kýrýkkale.

Your grapes are famous,
Melons are famous,
The clear river flows,
The senile city of Kýrýkkale.

Our beloved mosques,
Those cypress minarets,
What else do you have,
Dear Kýrýkkale.

This epic goes on and on,
Is it enough for you,
Greetings and love,
Dear Kýrýkkale.

You made count happy,
This old man
Greetings and love,
Take it from me, Kýrýkkale.

Poet Ýbrahim Sayar
DÝKMEN-ANKARA
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