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Kılmadım namazı uyudum bunca, Caka satıyordum burda malımla, Fukara korkudan çıkmaz karşıma, Azrail göğsüme çökecek birgün.
Dost olmadım bir gün kaçtım insandan, Elimle vermedim helal malımdan, Birikti zekatım altınla puldan, Boynuma sarılır ateşi birgün.
Hüdayi soracak Rabbimiz bana, Kulum ne getirdin kulum sen bana, Medet eyle nolur orda Mustafa, Mahşerin sıcağı yakacak birgün.
21.03.2016//KIRIKKALE HİDAYET DOĞAN
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THEY ASK EVERYTHING ONE DAY ......
I came to the world and I stay here Someday they put me in the grave. I'm fifty but not seventy, I think they will kill the husband one day.
What a favor I did and who I made laugh I broke the people and withered the rose I destroyed many hearts, I cooled the heart, Someday they put me in the ground.
What did I do? I lived all these years, did I get full? Did I reach my poor neighbor one day, All of these will be asked someday.
The hearts I broke reached the back, The land I step on is tired of me, The right and law I have eaten is left with me, Someday they ask about them in the Judgment.
I wandered the world from morning to night, If I were sober one day I would say heedlessness I turned towards sin with my tongue every moment, One day, they ask for envy.
If I enter the ground one day I will die I turn yellow and turn to the pale leaf, Wolf and frog swarm on me, Of course, I say I burned mother one day.
I brag about my property, it stays behind My son, my daughter, falls on my property, My inheritance divides, not looking at me, One day I will draw a lot in the grave.
I did not perform the prayers, I slept so much, I was selling jackets here with my goods, Poor does not come out of fear, One day the Azrael will collapse on my chest.
I didn't become a friend one day, I ran away from people I did not give my halal property with my hand, My zakat accumulated from gold and scales, One day the fire hugs my neck.
Our Lord will ask me about the hoax, What have you brought to me, my servant, Help me be there, Mustafa, One day the heat of the apocalypse will burn.
21.03.2016 // KIRIKKALE HİDAYET DOĞAN
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