Mecnun olur içenler,olur halka maskara, Kýnar onu görenler,itibar olmaz yolda, Terkeder cümle dostlar,telef eder malýný, Akýlsýz derler ona,þarap alýr aklýný.
Kardeþi düþman eder,huzur olmaz hanede, Þarapçý namaz kýlmaz,iblis her an beyninde, Yolu zinaya gider,her an boþar eþini, Nikah durmaz ki onda,berbat eder neslini.
Miftahdýr masiyyete,kolay iþler günahý, Melek yanýnda durmaz,dost edinir þeytaný, Kapalý tüm kapýlar,iltica Rabbe varmaz, Hergün secdeye varsa,duasý kabul olmaz.
Onu bekler Azrail,imansýz gider ölse, Cezasý bu dünyada,ahrette yüzü yerde, Atýlýr cehenneme,girer harlý ateþe, Mevla yüzüne bakmaz,azapta ebediye.
Ýki yaka kavuþmaz,daralýr burda dünya, Bakkal kasap yol keser,avuç açar komþuya, Zýbarýr meyhanede,gece gelir evine, Arkadaþlar terkeder,parasý tükenince.
Þarap günah arkadaþ,koyma onu midene, Sonunda gireceksin,ebedi cehenneme, Giderir bak imaný,Rabbin uzaktýr sana, Ebedi hüsranlýktýr,rezil olur cihanda.
Those who drink will become Mecnun, the ring becomes a mascara, Those who see him condemn, no reputation on the way My friends leave a sentence, they perish their property, Foolish they call him wine takes his mind.
Sister makes enemies, there is no peace in the house, The wine seller does not pray, the demon is in his brain every moment, His way goes to adultery, he divorces his wife at any moment, The wedding does not stop on him, it ruins his generation.
Miftah is masiyya, the sin of easy works, The angel does not stand beside him, he takes the devil as a friend, All closed doors, asylum does not reach the Lord, If he prostrates every day, his prayer will not be accepted.
Azrael awaits him, if he goes unbelieving and dies, His punishment is in this world, his face is ground in the hereafter, He is thrown into hell, he enters the burning fire, Mevla does not look in his face, forever in torment.
There is no peace, don’t search, fight with humor in your house, The boy is a cheeky, his daughter runs away to the husband, Devils fill up, the angel escapes from there, Wine fixes the mind, the Creator does not help.
The two collars don’t meet, the world gets narrower here, Grocery butcher cuts the road, opens handful to neighbor, Zýbarýr is in the tavern, the night comes to your house, Friends leave, when money runs out.
Wine is your sin friend, don’t put it in your stomach You will finally enter eternal hell, Look at your faith, your Lord is far from you, It is eternal disappointment, it will be disgrace in the world.
31.01.2016 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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