Bağdatta geziyordu,Ariflerden birisi,
Gördüler dileniyor,görmeyen bir dilenci,
Vermez ceza boşuna,kula dediler bela,
Sual etti hemence-Ne oldu Dostum sana?





Doğumda mı bu oldu,sonra mı oldu yoksa,
Ağma dedi-sağlamdım,kör oldum ben sonra,
Soyardım gençliğimde,şehirde ben kefeni,
Gözlerim görür idi,her şeyim yerindeydi.





Rastladım bir Hakime,Mahkemede bir defa,
İyi şey değil yaptığın,bırak dediler bana,
Sana ceza veremem,yok bir şahit ortada,
Senden arzum şudur ki,benim kefeni çalma.





Verdiler bana para,oldukça değerliydi,
Hakim adil zat idi,bana nasihat etti,
Geçti aradan sene,o da öldü kul gibi,
Şeytan vesvese verdi,kefeni beni çekti.





Girdi fitne içime,soymak istedim kabri,
Ama o adil Hakim,bana para vermişti,
Dedi içimden bir ses,vursana kuşu taşla,
Adam nasılsa öldü,ayağa kalkamazya.





Açtım bir gece kabri,girdim kabrin içine,
Tam alırken kefeni,melekler indi kabre,
Dönmüştüm ben şaşkına,çöküverdim oraya,
Kefeni soymak dursun,ölecektim korkuyla.





Yokladılar Hakimi,sakatlık var mı diye,
Baktılar her tarafa,ettiler muayene,
Aferin dedi melek,görmedik kimse böyle,
İsyanı tuğyanı yok,adil mübarek kimse.





Baktılar bir iyice,sağ kulakta akıntı,
Bu nedendir diyerek,sordu biri suali,
Dedi-Adaletli Hakim,her işi düzenliydi,
Sadece bir davada,yanılıp ihmal etti.





Tanıdığı bir kimse,var idi bir davada,
Haksız gördüler onu,ceza verdi yakına,
Kulağını dayadı,dinler iken yakını,
Biraz uzakta kaldı,anda diğer davalı.





Melekler konuştular,karar çıktı zulmune,
Ceza olarak ona,ateş dolsun kabrine,
Oldu cehennem sanki,oldu ateş yığını,
Ateşin şuaları,gözümü benden aldı.

28.01.2015//KIRIKKALE
HİDAYET DOĞAN

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THE STATE OF THE SHEATHER .....


He was traveling in Baghdad, one of the Arifs,
They saw begging, a beggar who does not see,
The punishment does not give in vain, they said to the servant, trouble,
She underwater immediately-What happened to you buddy?

Did this happen at birth or later or,
He said to my cry - I was solid, I was blinded later,
I used to rob in my youth, in the city I shrouded,
My eyes were seeing, everything was fine.

I met a judge once in court,
It’s not good what you do, they told me stop
I cannot punish you, there is no witness,
My wish from you is, do not steal my shroud.

They gave me money, it was very valuable,
The judge was a fair person, he gave me advice,
The year passed, he died like a servant,
Satan gave delusion, his shroud pulled me.

Strife entered me, I wanted to strip the grave,
But that fair Judge had paid me,
My inner voice said, hit the bird with stone,
The man died somehow, he cannot stand up.

I opened a night grave, I entered the grave,
While taking the shroud, the angels came down to the grave,
I was back, I was stunned, I fell there,
Let alone peel off the shroud, I would die in fear.

They searched the judge for any disability,
They looked everywhere, they examined,
Well done, said the angel, we haven’t seen anyone like this,
There is no bearer of rebellion, just blessed one.

They looked well, discharge in the right ear,
Saying this is why, someone asked a question,
Said-Justice Judge, his every work was in order,
In just one case, he was wrong and neglected.

Someone he knew existed in a case,
They saw him wrong, he punished him,
He put his ear, while listening, his relative,
He stayed away a little, now the other defendant.

The angels have spoken, the decision has come out,
As a punishment, let the fire be filled with his grave,
It was like hell, became a firepit
The rays of the fire took my eyes off me.

28.01.2015 // KIRIKKALE
HİDAYET DOĞAN