NE GÜZELSİN DAĞLAR...

Barek Daðým sonbahara girerken,
Tilki kurtlar yuvasýnda beklerken,
Yaz baharý kýþlar güzü kovarken,
Bana da yerin var mý,güzel daðlar.




Türlü kuþlar kayasýnda barýnýr,
Yaðmur yaðar topraklarýn kabarýr,
Çeþmelerde koyunlarýn sulanýr,
Bana da suyun var mý,güzel daðlar.




Kocasar’dan baktým Barek Daðýna,
Seyrettimde doyulmuyor tadýna,
Çelebi Daðým duruyordu karþýmda,
Köyüme yolun var mý, güzel daðlar.




Kartallar þahinler yüksekte uçar,
Bülbüller ötüþür neþeler saçar,
Daðlar sende güzel baykuþlar yaþar,
Bir naðme bana söylen güzel daðlar,




Uçun kuþlar uçun köyüme varýn,
Sevenlere benden selam söyleyin,
Mezarlýkta durup dua eyleyin,
Bize dua okuyun, güzel daðlar.




Daðlar size delik koymaz açarlar,
Mermerini iþleyipte satarlar,
Dinamitle parçalayýp saçarlar,
Ýnsan gibi düþman yok güzel daðlar.


Daðlar karda kýþta ne de güzelsin,
Kurtlarý tavþaný nerde gizlersin,
Yaz gelen de yeþil otlar bezersin,
Çimeninde bana yer var mý daðlar.




Turnalar leylekler yuva yapmýþlar,
Kartallar kayanda köþe kapmýþlar,
Kýþlar bitmiþ artýk hep uyanmýþlar,
Uyuyacak bir yer var mý daðlar.

20.07.2015//KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN


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BEAUTIFUL MOUNTAINS ...

As my Barek Mountain enters autumn,
While the fox waits in the wolf’s nest,
While summer, spring and winters drive the autumn
Do you have a place for me too, beautiful mountains.

Various birds dwell in the rock,
It rains, your land swells,
Your sheep are watered in the fountains,
Do you have water for me too, beautiful mountains.

I looked at Barek Mountain from Kocasar,
You can’t get enough when I watch it,
Çelebi Mountain was standing in front of me,
Do you have a road to my village, beautiful mountains.

Eagles hawks fly high,
Nightingales crow and cheer,
Mountains live in you beautiful owls,
Beautiful mountains sung to me with a tune

Fly, birds fly, reach my village,
Say hi to the lovers from me,
Stop and pray at the cemetery,
Pray to us, beautiful mountains.

Mountains don’t put holes in you, they drill
They process and sell their marble,
They tear it apart with dynamite,
There are no enemies like humans, beautiful mountains.

How beautiful you are in the winter in the mountains,
Where do you hide the wolves hare,
You wear green grass when summer comes,
Is there a place for me in the grass, mountains?

Cranes and storks have nested,
Eagles caught a corner on the rock,
The winters are over and they are always awake,
Is there a place to sleep mountains?

20.07.2015 // KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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