SEYİT AHMET KARDEŞİM....

Seyit Ahmet derdik onun adýna,
Kur’ana hizmette sanki fýrtýna,
Rabbim sevmiþ onu aldý yanýna,
Genç yaþýnda gitti benim kardeþim.



Çatýda oluklar dayanmaz ona,
Korkmadan çýkardý ekmek uðruna,
Soðukmuþ sýcakmýþ iþlemez asla,
Býraktý yavruyu benim kardeþim.



Namazý Kuraný býrakmaz asla,
Doðduðu gün vardý Hakkýn yanýna,
Onu çok severmiþ Hazreti Mevla,
Bizleri çok üzdü benim kardeþim.



Otuz yaþýndaydý gençlik çaðýnda,
Bir kýzý olmuþtu henüz kucakta,
Aðlýyor Amine bakýp tabuta,
Herkesi aðlattý benim kardeþim.




Kaderin önüne kimse geçemez.
Azrail önüne perde gerilmez,
Henüz erken idi asla denilmez,
Kavuþtu Rabbine benim kardeþim.



Doldu o gün cami lebaleb nasla,
Hanýmlar balkonda aðlýyor yasta,
Böyle þey görmedi bu camii asla,
Herkes seviyormuþ seni kardeþim.



Güneþli bir günde koyduk mezara,
Rabbim kusur varsa no’lur baðýþla,
Þehit oldu kardeþ ekmek uðrunda,
Serildi topraða benim kardeþim.



Kalmadý kimseye bu fani dünya,
Giriyor insanlar bir bir mezara,
Okuyalým nolur birer fatiha,
Rahmete kavuþtu benim kardeþim.



Ayný mahallede uzunca zaman,
Ýncinmedik asla hiç birgün zaman,
Çay içtik elinden akþam her zaman,
Sessiz bir derviþti benim kardeþim.



O günde erkenden bitirmiþ iþi,
Namaza yetiþmek imiþ niyyeti,
Kaldýrmýþ gözünden Rabbim perdeyi,
Allaha kavuþtu benim kardeþim.



Ne dersek yanlýþtýr gelmiþ eceli,
Yatakta yatsa da ölecek belli,
Takdir belli ama tedbir gerekli,
Rýzkýný tüketmiþ benim kardeþim.



Kimi sabi ölür kimi yaþlýca,
Karýnda ölürde gelmez dünyaya,
Herþeyde Rabbimin takdiri varya,
Seninki de buymuþ benim kardeþim.



Aðlattýn bizleri herkes üzüldü,
Arabalar sýra sýra dizildi,
Günlerce gözden yaþlar döküldü,
Herkesi aðlattý benim kardeþim.



Hakkým helal olsun bizlerden yana,
Korusun mezarda Hazreti Mevla,
Melekler kuþatýp yer açsýn sana,
Duamýz seninle benim kardeþim.



Ahrette kabirde amel arkadaþ,
Namazý abdesti býrakmaz kardaþ,
Helal rýzk yolunda gittin sen kardaþ,
Rabbime emanet benim kardeþim.



Hüdayi söz bitmez dua edelim.
Kardeþi ahrete yolcu edelim,
Hatimle Kuranla azýk verelim,
Nur içinde yatsýn benim kardeþim.

11.12.2015//KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN


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Brother AHMET ....

We would call it Seyit Ahmet,
It is as if the storm is in service to the Kur,
My Lord loved him and took him with him,
My brother went at a young age.

The grooves in the roof do not stand on him,
For the sake of bread he pulled out without fear,
It never works if it is cold or hot,
My brother left the baby.

He never quits the Quran to pray,
The day he was born was next to the Truth,
Hazrat Mevla loved him very much,
It made us very sad, my brother.

He was thirty years old in his youth,
She had a daughter yet,
He cries looking at amine and into the coffin,
My brother made everybody cry.

Nobody can get in the way of fate.
The curtain is not stretched in front of Azrael,
It is never yet early,
He met his Lord, my brother.

How was the mosque filled that day,
The ladies are crying in mourning on the balcony,
This mosque has never seen such a thing,
Everyone loves you brother.

We put it in the grave on a sunny day
My Lord, if there is any fault, please forgive,
Brother became a martyr for bread,
My brother was laid on the ground.

This mortal world is not left for anyone,
People are entering a grave one by one,
Let’s read what a fatiha,
My brother passed away.

Long time in the same neighborhood
We were never hurt someday,
We drank tea all the time in the evening,
My brother was a silent dervish.

He finished the work early on that day,
His intention to keep up with prayer,
My Lord lifted the curtain from his eyes,
God is my brother.

Whatever we say is wrong, the time has come,
It is obvious that he will die even if he lies in bed
Appreciation is evident but caution is necessary,
My brother has exhausted his sustenance.

Some die old, some old,
As soon as you die in the womb,
My Lord’s will in everything,
This is yours, my brother.

You made us cry, everyone was sad,
The cars were lined up,
Tears were shed for days,
My brother made everybody cry.

May my rights be halal on our side,
Bless Mawla in the grave,
May the angels surround you and make room for you,
Our prayer is you and my brother.

Deeds are friends in the grave in the Hereafter,
His prayer does not stop ablution, brother,
You went along the way of halal sustenance, brother,
I entrust my Lord, my brother.

Let’s pray as soon as hüdayi promises.
Let’s send his brother to the afterlife,
Let’s give food with my hatim and the Qur’an,
May my brother rest in the light.

11.12.2015 // KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN


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