Dul bir kadýn vardý,yaþar idi Baðdatta, Altý öksüz çocuðu,vardý bir yaþlý ana, Geçimini saðlardý,ip eðerip satardý, Yaþlý anayla çocuk,hep eline bakardý.
Tamam olmuþtu vakit,dul kadýn vefat etti, Bakýmýný çocuðun,yaþlý nene üslendi, Çýkamadý pazara,birikmiþti iplikler, Altý yüz dirhem ip var,satýlýk onu bekler.
Niyetlendi pazara,ver rýzký Hak Teala, Böyle dua ederek,erkenden çýktý yola, Giderken yolu düþtü,Abdulkadir Geylana, Durakladý bir süre,selam verdi Sultana.
Abdulkadir Geylani-Hoþ geldin annem bize, Bir miktar ipliðim var,erzak alsam evime, Ver sen onu bizlere,ben satayým pazarda, Verdi mübarek kadýn,sevindiler çok orda.
Abdulkadir Geylani,attýlar onu dama, Bir kuþ kaptý hemence,uçtu gitti uzaða, Annem kýzdý -Þaka mý,heder oldu ipliðim, Sultan-Merak etme sen,orasý benim ilmim.
Canýný sýkma hatun,ipi sundum pazara, Gelir parasý yarýn,uðra verirler sana, Gelir yarýnda olmaz,parasý gelmez henüz, Bir hafta sonra gelir,hatunda kalmaz beniz.
Gelir heyet huzura,takdim eder bin altýn, Gelenler tüccarýz biz,bu A.Kadir Sultanýn, Yolcu idik denizde,delindi yelkenimiz, Kaldýk denizde hayli,ip bulursak dikeriz.
Kaptan altýyüz dirhem,ip lazýmdýr bizlere, Yelkeni onarýp ta,kalmayalým denizde, Dua ettik Allaha,göndersin Sultan bize, Bin altýn adak olsun,vereceðim kendine.
Bir kuþ geldi orada,peydah oldu denizde, Býraktý gagasýndan,iplikleri gemiye, Ýþte bu altýnlarým,adaðýmdýr sizlere, Verdiler bir küp altýn,yersiniz güle güle.
Ýhiyar gelip sordu,-Param geldi mi noldu? Þeyh bin altýn verdi,benimki karlý oldu, Yaþlý kadýn zengindi,dua ettiler ona, Teþekkür edip hemen,erzak aldýlar ona.
08.01.2014//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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SIX HUNDRED DIRHEMLIK IP ....
There was a widow, she lived in Baghdad, She had six orphans, an old mother, He would earn a living, he would bend a rope and sell it, The old mother and the child always looked at their hand.
When it was okay, the widow passed away, He took care of the child, the old grandmother, He could not get to the market, the threads had accumulated, There are six hundred dirhams of rope, waiting for him for sale.
It was intended to the market, give the sustenance to Allah, He set out early, praying like that, His way fell on his way, Abdulkadir Geylana, He hesitated for a while, and Sultana saluted.
Abdulkadir Geylani- Welcome my mother to us, I have some thread, if I get supplies for my house, You give it to us, I will sell it in the market, The blessed woman gave, they were very happy there.
Abdulkadir Geylani, they threw him on the checkers, A bird grabbed immediately, flew away, My mother got angry - Is it a joke, my thread became waste, Sultan- Do not worry, that is my knowledge.
Don’t bother you chick, I presented the rope to the market, Income money come to you tomorrow, they give you The income does not come tomorrow, the money does not come yet, It will come a week later, we will not be bothered.
The delegation comes to the peace, presents a thousand gold, We are merchants who come, this is A. Kadir Sultan, We were passengers in the sea, our sail pierced, If we find a lot of rope in the sea, we will sew it.
Captain six hundred dirhams, we need rope, Repair the sail, let’s not stay in the sea, We prayed to God, let the Sultan send it to us, Thousand gold offerings, I will give to yourself.
A bird came there, appeared in the sea, He left the threads from its beak, into the ship, These golds are my dedication to you, They gave a cube of gold, you eat it, goodbye.
Ýhiyar came and asked, -What is my money? Sheikh gave a thousand gold, mine was profitable, The old woman was rich, they prayed to her, They thanked him and immediately bought him provisions.
08.01.2014 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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