Beating and beating, cursing and cursing, is this any way to do it
You turned my dear steppe into a battlefield
The rim of every mirror, full of secret, laid bare
You leapt into the play, took on every mold
pişekâr
In one of the orta oyunu plays;
Pişekâr, playing the role
of the land's sultan, asks Kavuklu
what strange talk is this of yours? what is this
food shmood, clothes shmothes, palace
shmalace? the first ones we understand, but the second ones,
what could they be?
Kavuklu;
allow me to explain, my lord, he says;
Food is what you command, shmood
is what we gobble down. Clothes are
for you, shmothes are our
rags and tatters.
In the palace you reside, my lord,
the shmalace is our hut... Sultan
was your late forefather. Shmultan is you.
Heartaches, those heartaches
an ache that never eases
Is there a crime here, what is the pain for
Tell the dead of winter spring has come, take a breath
pour out your heart, drink in your heart
Arrows come from everywhere, their source
where?
All of them are me, the madman and the saint, Pişekâr and
Kavuklu too, the world is us, not other people
The station of Moses said: I take refuge in Allah, who is my Lord and your Lord
Ghafir 40:27
From little to much, from poverty to wealth,
from child to father, from branches to roots
the people of tawhid move on
Say “Allah.” Then leave them to go on playing in the swamp they have sunk into!
Al-An'am 6:91
In the heart, faith, faith in the unseen; courtesy and
reverence, the two wings
“It is He who created me and guides me”
Ash-Shu'ara 26:78
While everything reminds of Him,
Man is afflicted with forgetting
O Owner of all Dominion
Seeking forgiveness for not turning our faces,
may we ask everything of Allah,
the Owner of everything
Glory be to Allah and praise be to Him,
I seek Allah's forgiveness and turn to Him in repentance
mim