Halifenin büyüðü,Ömer bin Abdulaziz, Kul hakký arar idi,iþlerinde çok titiz, Vardý iki kandili,Devletin biri kendi, Gece gündüz sadece,bir gömleði giyerdi.
Tanýdýk biri vardý,gönderdi ona elma, Biraz kokladý onu,gönderdi geri ona, Getirene dediler,buldu elma yerini, Ýtiraz etti görevli-Bu incelik de ne ki.
Ey Müminlerin baþý,gönderen bir yakýnýn, Resul hediye aldý,niye onu almadýn? Cevap verdi Halife,-Resuleydi hediye, Rüþvet olur gelenler,benim gibi birine.
Valileri severdi,maaþý bol verirdi, Parasý bol olursa,verir iþe kendini, Vardý bir gün müsafir,tükendi kandil yaðý, Müsafir der uyandýrýn,biraz koysun azaldý.
Dedi ayný Ömerim,koyarken yað kandile, Ayný Ömerim þimdi,geldim oldum Halife. Adalet hakim oldu,Ömer bin A.devrinde, Ýki buçuk yýl kaldý,þehid oldu zehirle.
Kýrk yaþýnda idi,çekemedi insanlar, Bin dinar para verip,bir katili tuttular, Yakalandý hizmetçi,dedi kaçýp da kurtul, Serbest býraktý onu,ne de olsa o da kul.
22.01.2015//KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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ÖMER BÝN ABDÜLAZÝZ HZ ......
The elder of the caliph, Omar bin Abdulaziz, The servant was looking for his right, very meticulous in his work, There were two lamps, one of the State was its own, She wore only one shirt day and night.
There was someone familiar, he sent an apple to him, He sniffed it a little, sent it back to him, They said to bring it, the apple found its place, Objected the attendant-What is this delicacy.
O head of believers, of a relative who sends, The apostle got a gift, why didn’t you take it? The Caliph answered, - The gift was a prophet, Those who come would bribe, to someone like me.
He loved governors, and he paid plenty of salary, If he has plenty of money, he gives himself to work, One day there was a mufti, the oil of the candle ran out, Wake up a writer, put a little bit less.
He said no way sleep, I won’t do two jobs, So let me get up, put the oil myself, To be seen as a guest is not suitable for bravery, The blessed man got up, put it and turned to his place.
The same Omar said, while putting the oil on the candle, I am the same Omar now, I came to Caliph. Justice prevailed, in Omer bin A. He stayed two and a half years, became a martyr with poison.
He was forty years old, people couldn’t take it, They paid a thousand dinars and hired a murderer, Caught the maid, said run away and get away He released him, after all, he is the servant.
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