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HER ŞEYİN ASLI TOPRAKTIR TOPRAK..
HİDAYET DOĞAN OSMANOĞLU

HER ŞEYİN ASLI TOPRAKTIR TOPRAK..




Sardýlar doðunca sende kundaða,
Tuðla oldun dizildin duvarlara,
Yoruldum hemence yaslandým sana,
Herþeyin aslý da topraktýr toprak.



Ýnsanýn mayasý olur topraktan,
Dünyada insana topraktýr vatan,
Mübarek þehitler altýnda yatan,
Üstünde gezdiðin topraktýr toprak.



Arpalar buðdaylar yetiþir onda,
Boy atar ormanlar fidanlar orda,
Sonunda yatacak yer olur sana,
Kabrinin taþlarý topraktýr toprak.



Kucak açar hergün toprak bizlere,
Türlü nebat onda geliyor dile,
Rabbimin nimeti yaðar üstüne,
Nebatýn menbaý topraktýr toprak.



Koyunlar kuzular meler üstünde,
Çimenler çýkýnca doyar yeþile,
Baharda yuvadýr sarý çiðdeme,
Çiçeklere yuva topraktýr toprak.



Gezerler mahlukat onun üstünde,
Yazda yaðmur kýþta karlar bizlere,
Yuvadýr yeraltý kör gelinciðe,
Tavþanýn evide topraktýr toprak.



Karýnca fareler uyur içinde,
Baharda çýkarlar yerin üstüne,
Hüdayi ölünce girer içine,
Ýnsanýn kozasý topraktýr toprak.

07.02.2016//KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN

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SOIL IS SOIL OF EVERYTHING ..

When they are born, you are swaddled,
You became bricks, you lined up on the walls,
I got tired and immediately leaned on you
The essence of everything is soil.

Man becomes yeast from the soil,
Homeland is land for people in the world,
Blessed martyrs lie beneath,
The earth is the land you walk on.

Barley and wheat grows on him,
Forests grow tall, saplings there,
Finally there will be a place to sleep for you,
The stones of his grave are soil.

Every day the earth embraces us,
Various types of plants are coming to his mind,
The blessings of my Lord pour down on you,
The source of the vegetable is soil.

The sheep are on the lambs,
When the grass comes out, it becomes full of green,
Chewing yellow is a home in spring,
Earth is the home for flowers.

Wandering creatures on him,
Rain in summer and snow in winter,
The underground is a home for the blind weasel,
The soil is the soil in the rabbit’s house.

The ant mice sleep inside,
In the spring they come out on the ground,
When Hüdayi dies, he gets into it,
The cocoon of man is soil.

07.02.2016 // KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN


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