OĞLUM İÇİM YANIYOR..

Alýnca haberi aðladým bolca,
Çok aradým oðlum seni duyunca,
Dua ettim tüm gün evladým sana,
Oðlumu kaybettim içim yanýyor.


Birkaç saat geçti gelmedi haber,
Telefonlar sustu yoktu bir haber,
Bet beniz kesildi döküldü terler,
Canýmý kaybettim içim yanýyor.


Dokundum tenine cansýz bedene,
Nasýl öldü derim yaþlý dedene,
Verme Rabbim böyle acý kimseye,
Kuzumu kaybettim içim yanýyor.


Hak emri böyleymiþ ecelin gelmiþ,
Çekmiþler perdeyi gözün görmemiþ,
Ekmeðin kesilmiþ rýzkýn tükenmiþ,
Yavrumu kaybettim içim yanýyor.


Komþular doluþtu birden avluya,
Sala verdi Hocam duyruldu halka,
Kuruldu camiide hemen musalla,
Canýmý kaybettim içim yanýyor.


Ýndirdim kabire baktým aðladým,
Sýzladý yüreðim eridi yaðým,
Artýk bundan kayli ben ölü saðým,
Gözümü kaybettim içim yanýyor.


Oðlum yoksun artýk soðuk mezarda,
Dün yukarda idin þimdi aþaðda,
Solacaksýn hergün yemsin kurtlara,
Oðlumu kaybettim içim yanýyor.


Gördüðüm rüyamý yoksa hayal mi,
Evladý olmayan bunu bilmez ki,
Dünya dedikleri tatlý gerçek mi,
Rüyamý kaybettim içim yanýyor.

22.12.2015//KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN


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MY SON IS BURNING.

I cried a lot when I got the news,
I searched a lot when my son heard you
I prayed all day, my child,
I lost my son, it is burning inside.

A few hours passed, the news did not come,
The phones were silent, there was no news,
My sweat broke up and sweat spilled,
I lost my life and it hurts.

I touched your skin, your lifeless body,
I tell your old grandfather how he died
Do not give such pain to anyone, my Lord,
I lost my lamb and it burns inside.

This is the order of truth, your time has come,
They pulled the curtain, you didn’t see it,
Your bread is cut and your sustenance is exhausted,
I lost my baby, it is burning inside.

The neighbors swarmed into the courtyard,
Sala gave to the people, my master,
The mosque was founded, haunted immediately,
I lost my life and it hurts.

I downloaded, looked at the grave and cried,
My heart ached, my fat melted,
Now lost from this I’m dead milking,
I lost my eye, it is burning inside.

My son you are not in the cold grave now,
You were up yesterday now down below
You will fade, you eat to the wolves everyday
I lost my son, it is burning inside.

Is it my dream or a dream I see
No one knows this,
Is the sweet truth they call the world?
I lost my dream, it hurts.

22.12.2015 // KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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