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Genç Kemal Paşazade,gelirler Edirne'ye,
Bir oda tutmak ister,giderler medreseye,
Müderris -Molla inan,bir oda vardır bende,
Ele geçirdi cinler,kimse girmez içine.


Kim oraya girerse,sabah çıkar ölüsü,
Tehlikeli bir iştir,diyerek keser sözü,
Paşazade K.Molla,ısrar eder sözünde,
Verir miftahı Hoca-Der hakkı helal eyle.


Girer kapıdan içre,Molla Kemal içeri,
Hazır eder Müderris,bir tabutla kefeni,
Olur gece yarısı,duvar açılır birden,
Bir sabi çocuk ile, ihtiyar ondan gelen.


İhtiyar-Ey Evladım,yavrum sana emanet,
Öğret buna ilmini,haccı namazı bellet,
Molla başlar hemence,okutur besmeleyi,
Verirler Kuran dersi,bir müddette sabiyi.


Sabah çıkar duvardan,gelir ihtiyar yine,
Ey Oğlum razı olsun,gülsün yüzün cihanda,
Melikiyim cinlerin,Asfail derler bana,
Çocuğumla gelirim,hemen hergün odaya.


Verdim hep gelenlere,çocuk çeksin besmele,
El kaldırır çocuğa,ne yaptımsa nafile,
Öldürdüm bir kaçını,verdim ben cezasını,
Emanete hıyanet,buldular belasını.


Açılsın ilim yolu,dua ederim sana,
İnan Müftü olursun,cinlere insanlara,
Kaybolur çocuğuyla,girer hemen duvara,
Genç Kemal Paşazade,bakıyordu korkuyla.


Sabah dışarı çıkar,toplanmıştı insanlar,
Su ısıtmış cemaat,hepsi onu karşılar,
Ölmemiş yaşıyor bak,bakar herkes hayretle,
Okudular bir müddet,yükseldiler ilimde.


Oldular ilmde zirve,fetva verdiler halka,
Fetva verir gecede,cinlerle insanlara,
İlmin başı cefa,sonunda vardır safa,
Alimler baş tacımız,şefaatçi orada.

02.01.2015//KIRIKKALE
HİDAYET DOĞAN

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The Mufti of the Human and the Genie ...


Young Kemal Pasazade, they come to Edirne,
They want to rent a room, they go to the madrasa,
Müderris - Believe me, I have a room,
The jinn captured, nobody enters it.

Whoever enters there, comes out in the morning, his dead body,
He interrupts the word saying it is a dangerous job,
Paşazade K. Molla insists on his promise,
Hoca-Der, who gives the miftah, make the right lawful.

Molla Kemal enters through the door, in
Müderris prepares a coffin and shroud,
It happens in the middle of the night, the wall suddenly opens,
With a dead boy, the old one coming from him.

Old-O my son, my child is entrusted to you,
Teach it your knowledge, teach the pilgrimage to prayer,
The mullah starts immediately, he reads the basmala,
They teach the lessons of the Qur'an, patience for a while.

The morning comes off the wall, the old man comes again,
O my son, bless your face in the world,
I am a man of jinn, they call me Asfail,
I come with my child, almost every day in the room.

I always gave to those who came, let the child suffer, feed him,
Raises a hand to the boy, whatever I did is futile,
I killed some of them, I gave them their punishment,
Betrayal of trust, they found their scourge.

Let the path of knowledge open, I pray to you,
Believe you will be Mufti, jinn to people,
He disappears with his child, he immediately enters the wall,
Young Kemal Paşazade was looking with fear.

Go out in the morning, people gathered,
The congregation that has heated water, they all greet him,
He lives not dead, look, everyone looks in amazement,
They studied for a while, they rose in science.

They became a peak in science, they gave fatwas to the people,
He gives fatwa in the night, to jinn and people,
Knowledge begins with pain, and at the end it comes to life,
The scholars are our chief crown, the intercessor is there.

02.01.2015 // KIRIKKALE
HİDAYET DOĞAN