Bengisu
Güneşle yıkanan sulardan yükselen toprağım vatanım
Gülistan dinlendir o güzel başını huzur ver ruhuma
Yaslanma kedere darılma talihe bengisum cennetim
Şarkından türkünden methiyen esiyor gönlünden gönlüme
Lezzetli bir geçmiş meltemi tepeden iniyor titredim
Memleket seslendi ayağın uyağın vururken yüreğe
Bir iki ezgiler yağıyor sert sakin yarına mülâyim
Nereme bu rüzgar kanadı çarptıysa eyvallah feleğe
Karanfil kokuyor derenin denize attığı buğudan
Yelinde uçuşan andelip dalımda ötüyor şefkatle
Ufukta doğudan gün doğdu dağıldı yine gam buluttan
Zamanın en Küçük Asya’sı dünyalar beslemiş özenle
Çok uzak bir yerde rüyamda bir rüya olmuştun cananım
Kaçtım tan firari bir gece ocaktan bucaktan ay sonu
Ay bitmiş göklerin renkleri kararmış solmuştu yıldızım
Sessizce ölmüştüm ışığı tükenmiş bir lamba ben usu
Yetiştin yanıma anında gülüştük saçımı okşarken
Alevli rüyamda ateşler içinde yanmıştı tahammül
Keyifle seyrettim sırmalı saçını rüzgarın geçerken
İçimde pişmanlık kalmadı ey güzel kokulu nazlı gül
Sıcacık bağrına basmıştım başımı ma cismi deruni
Müziğin ketumi cümbüşün bitmeyen soluktan enfiye
Bilmecen hayal mi rüya mı? içime düşürdün sesini
Unutmak mümkün mü? Bir gelip bir giden bab bana hediye
Gözlerin asude ellerin duyarlı dudağın sevecen
Benliğim derende serinler çiy düştü lezzetli rüyama
Yüreğim hislendi karanlık beyhude kaçamam nehrinden
Bu yosun neşeyle sallandı körfezde lav gibi akıma
Toprağa yerleşen karanfil değildir derinde yaş yosun
Gerilir sallanır yavasça denizin şefkatli nabzında
Havasız güneşsiz yine de diridir yaradan korusun
Bembeyaz tertemiz bir sevda birikmiş yerleşmis zamana
En zengin yeridir yurdumun gönlünde tükenmez talihi
Fedakâr yürekli pürneşe nöbette vatana her yerde
Geceye lav olmuş rahmetli her şehre mum gibi her biri
Duydun mu? Esiyor sedası ölumsüz şehidin tekbirde
Vaadi yerine getiren bu aşklar bitmemiş burdalar
Yapışmış ruhumun etine doğuyor onlarla hep güneş
Karanlık ve sancı bilmiyor şehitler ölmüyor burdalar
Niyete murada vasiyet vatana amaçlı her kardeş
Solmuyor bahçede yaylanın çiçeği şehide ağlama
Bir daha ağrımaz vücudu kavuşmuş pak yüzlüm cennete
Şefkattir o nurlar merhamet doğurmuş goncalar yarına
Yas tutma fedai sığmıyor bu hayat nefese abeste
İlhamlı bir mümin mübarek Kur'anı basınca bağrına
Aşk ile tutuşur yüreği var olur sönmeyen heveste
Sevdin mi? Tohum var o tohum yarinle gönlünce yanyana
Dünyada kül olan şıranın tadıdır o ulvi kadehte
Kederli insanın yarası acıdır yarinden ayrılan
Köpürür kaynayan kanında sevdanın biriken albeni
Kokusu ürpertir üzümü zehirdir anısı mahveden
Dikeni sivridir helal et fedakâr çocuğa hakkını
Çok erken çok seven her aşkın gülüne ne gerek görkem
Yalınız duayla ahiret hoş olur secdede başına
Menekşe papatya karanfil çelenkler döşeli muhteşem
Tek sorma yiğidin ne renktir çehresi yakışır yaşına
Ormanın çalısı yaprak ve dikenle dolmuşsa yazları
Yılanın ıslığı ışıkta göz gibi kaybolur içinde
Süzülür dağında iblisler kıvranır beklerken fırsatı
O çölün hazindir mazisi nafile ecelin peşinde
Susamış acıklı dudağın kuruyan şehveti çok acı
O iğrenç sürüntü ininde duyulmaz köpüklü kahkaha
Dilinden gaile dökülür gözleri boş yoktur pırıltı
Gülerse tad kalır kanında hainin yalanı kâr riya
Bizimki sevinçtir içten ve yüksekten duyulan ıslığa
Rüzgara bir üfle o fitil titremez o ateş hiç sönmez
Dudaktan ruhunu öptümü kucakla bin parça hayıra
Bu canda bitsede bu gövde bölünmez pahası tükenmez
Akşamlar ve uyku kız gibi periler bakire göklerde
Nedir ki bedeli şafakta? İstersen bir atla gezelim
Bir pay var bizlere tertemiz ufukta ovada denizde
Cesurmu cesurdur bu sevda o atı kahince sürelim
Çok daha süratli hayalden çok daha kudretli önceden
Kimseye aldanmaz o atla en derin deryada yüzeriz
Obası hatıra vaadi tek ümit sahili gizlenen
Hayatın yeniden doğduğu yankıdan gizlice geçeriz
Tuz gölü verimsiz kalmadan kederin teptiği kumsaldan
Gürleyen kıyıya denizin yatağı olmayan duvarız
Yabani atları sürerken her gece gayretle bıkmadan
Emekle çabayla of çekmez tehlike ne ise korkmayız
Gecenin sükutu hedefi uğursuz her oku caydırır
Mertlikle çukuru tepeyi otluğu azimle ezeriz
Ansızın heveste sallanmaz iknayla düşmanı yıldırır
Kulakta küpesi her an giz o kalkan rüzgarı deşeriz
Tırmalar kulağı haykırı çehremiz havada umutlu
Fırtına ilkeme yırtılır sağırdır hasmıma geçmişim
Sınırı aşacak meşrebim ağırsa vay bana ne mutlu
Lavında yanarken bu seyrin hep sevda yaşasın demiştim
- İngilizce (English) -
Water of Life (Aqua vitae)
My land rising from the sun-washed waters, my homeland
O my rose garden, rest your beautiful head on my shoulder and gift me your peace of mind into my soul
Don't mourn with sorrow, don't be cross with grief, O my Lifewater, my paradise
Your songs of praise breeze from your heart right into mine
A delicious breeze from the past blew down from the hills, and I shivered
My country, you called on me as your song made me dance with joy!
In step your melodies were raining down on me both restive and resting for a gentle tomorrow
Wherever and whenever this gentle wing of warm wind touched on me, I thanked God!
Your fragrance, it smells like cloves from the steam the stream threw into the deep sea
The Time-Piercer, that holy bird was flying with and in the wind, singing affectionately when she landed on my bough
The sun rose on the horizon from the east, my sorrows - it dispersed into the clouds overhead
The smallest Asia of Time, had nurtured the world with due care
You were a dream in my dreams in a faraway place, my sweetheart
I did run away from you as from the sun one night, from my hearth into nowhere, at the end of one month long ago
The moonlight had then gone off, the colors of the sky had darkened, and my star, it had faded away
I had kind of died silently, I was a soul like a lamp with its light all burned out
You caught up with me, we instantly laughed while you rubbed my head and breathed a new life into me
Tolerance had burned up in a blazing fire in my dream
I watched with pleasure as the wind passed through your braided hair
I have no regrets left, oh sweet-smelling, coy rose
I held my head in your warm bosom, in a deep indescribable joy
Your secret revelry and music were like a whiff of the endless breath
Is your riddle a dream or a dream in a dream? For you left your holy breath inside me
Is it possible to forget? This passage that comes and goes away is like a real gift from above
Your eyes were peaceful, your hands soft, and your lips burning with love
I then cooled down in your stream, a drop of dew fell into me in this delicious dream
My heart wanted to escape from the dark, but not from your flowing river
This piece of moss swayed joyfully in the bay like a lava in a gentle sea tide
It's not a carnation that settles in the soil, this is the wet moss deep down there
Yeah, it stretches and sways slowly in the tender pulse of the sea
Without air or sun, it is still alive, may God bless it
A pure innocent love accumulated and settled into its ownmost time
It is the richest part of my country, which is one inexhaustible fortune always present in my heart
Like self-sacrificing brave man on guard for their homeland everywhere
Each of them is like a candle in every city, and do become a new light every night
Haven't you heard the voice of the immortal guard in prayers?
These lovers who fulfill their promises are not dead, they are hereabouts
My sun always rises with them, they are there in the body of my soul
They do not know what Darkness or Pain is, for martyrs do not ever die
Every martyr is dedicated to the good of their beloved country
The flowers in the plains do not fade in the prairie, do not cry for the martyrs
Their bodies will not ever hurt again, they have reached the heaven
Those lights are compassion, the buds that gave birth to mercies of tomorrow
Don't mourn, this is not the life they were meant to rest their souls for good
An inspired believer embraces all the Holy Books
That person's heart yearns with love and exists in undying enthusiasm
Did you like it? There is the seed! And that seed is side by side with your lover as much as you like!
It is the taste of the cider in that sublime glass, which turns into ashes in this world
Yes, the wound of a grieving person is painful when parting from a lover
The accumulated allure of love bubbles in that boiling blood
Its smell brings chills, its grapes are poisonous, and its remembrance can be ruinous
Its thorns are sharp, so gift those devoted children, the martyrs, their proper dues
What glory is there for a loving flower of every rose that loves too much too soon?
The afterlife will be pleasant only by praying
In magnificent, tiled wreaths of violet daisies and carnations
Just don't ask what color your brave one's face suits this age
If the forest's bushes are full of leaves and thorns in the summer
And the snake's whistle disappears like an eye in the light
Then the demon's writhe will wait on the floating mountain for another opportunity
The past of that desert is sad wasted in vain pursuit of death
The drying lust of a sad one's thirsty lips are so painful to see
A foaming laughter is inaudible in that disgusting den of swabs
Anxiety spills from his tongue, his eyes are empty, there is no sparkle in them
If he laughs, the taste of the traitor's lie remains in his blood, but with an illusion for some profit
Never mind, for ours is a joy, a whistle heard in the deep and the high
Yeah, blow into that wind and see, that wick will not flicker, that fire will never go out
If kissed on the lips, embrace that soul for a thousand pieces of goodness
Even when this life ends for that being, its shape and form inside - will not be divided, and its love will not ever come to a timeless end
In the evenings, girlish fairies sleep in the virgin skies
What is the price of love at dawn? If you'd like, let's ride on that horse some
There is a piece of peace to share for all of us in the clear horizon, in the plains, and in the sea
This love is braver than the brave! Let's ride that horse but prophetically
Much faster, more powerful than imagination
No one will be fooled; we can swim in the deepest sea with that horse
Its valley a memory, its promise the secret shores of hope
We'll sneak through the echo where life is reborn!
Before the salt lake remains fruitless, at the sandy beach where grief recoils
We are walls with no bed of the sea for the roaring shores
Let’s ride on the wild horses diligently every night
With effort and no sighs, for we are not afraid of whatever the dangers are or where they abide!
The silence of the night deters every arrow with an ill-fated target
With bravery, we escape the pit, climb the hill, and live in the grasslands with our determination intact
We do not waver in sudden enthusiasm; we intimidate the enemy albeit with benevolent persuasion
Silence the ringing in your ears, be ready at any moment, for we will pierce the shields of the storms and the wind
Screaming winds can deafen our ears, but our eyes are hopeful in the fresh air
The storm will tear up when it faces my righteous being, and my past will mute my adversary
How happy I am if my temperament is too heavy to cross the border and come home
While I was burning in this lava of love, I said to myself: "May this journey itself be my home that's always filled with love"
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