Sıratın üstünde ameller sırtta,
Geçemez insanlar bunca günahla,
Düşerim sanırlar her an korkuyla,
Cehenneme atma nolur Ya Rabbi.



Kalpler hep ürperir düşerim sanır,
Yürür ağır aksak zirveye varır,
Kayar O gün ayak Sırat sallanır,
Cehenneme atma nolur Ya Rabbi.



Ateş-i Cehennem kaynar altımda,
Arkamdan önümden düşerler Nar’a,
Ateş fokur fokur cümle feryatta,
Cehenneme atma nolur Ya Rabbi.



Melekler yakalar kimin sakaldan,
Bir tane Kul kaçmaz O gün onlardan,
Tutar Zebani boyundan halkadan,
Cehenneme atma nolur Ya Rabbi.



Cehennem azarda insanlar bezer,
Kıvılcımlar artar göklere değer,
Kancayla Melekler tutup iterler,
Cehenneme atma nolur Ya Rabbi.




Nar-ı Cehennemde insanlar yanar,
Durmadan Cehennem üstüme atlar,
Arama yok ümid boşa feryatlar,
Cehenneme atma nolur Ya Rabbi.



Ateş-i Cehennem yakar Kulları,
Kavrulur bedenler yanar canları,
Bir endişe korku sarmış ruhları,
Cehenneme atma nolur Ya Rabbi.




Ayağım kaydırma düşmeyim Nar’a,
Hüdayi der Rabbim bizi bağışla,
Halas eyle Kulun erdir Vuslata,
Cehenneme atma nolur Ya Rabbi.


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HİDAYET DOĞAN

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HELL INTO HELL ...

Above the back, deeds are on the back,
People cannot pass with so many sins,
They think I fall every moment with fear,
Do not throw it to Hell, oh Lord.

Hearts always shudder I think I fall,
He walks slowly and reaches the summit,
That day the foot sway shakes,
Do not throw it to Hell, oh Lord.

Fire-i Hell boils under me,
They fall from behind me to Nar,
Fire scalding, scalding sentence in a scream,
Do not throw it to Hell, oh Lord.

Angels catch whose beard,
Not a single servant escapes from them that day,
Keeps Zebani from neck ring,
Do not throw it to Hell, oh Lord.

Hell is scolding, people are bumming,
The sparks increase in value to the skies,
With the hook the angels grab and push
Do not throw it to Hell, oh Lord.

In Nar-i Hell, people burn,
Hell always leaps on me,
No search, hope wasted cries,
Do not throw it to Hell, oh Lord.

Fire-i Hell burns His servants,
Scorched bodies burn their souls,
Souls surrounded by anxiety, fear,
Do not throw it to Hell, oh Lord.

I don’t slip my feet on Nar,
Say hüdayi, my Lord, forgive us,
Become your aunt, your servant is the owner, Vuslata
Do not throw it to Hell, oh Lord.

10.10.2020 // KIRIKKALE 03.00
HİDAYET DOĞAN