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Hey gidi karakış hey!

(Sitem-haneden bir bakış)

 

Söktür dişlerini söktür karakış

Seninkiler çürük kökten çürümüş


Isıramıyorsun boşver meyveyi

Biz dolduruyoruz nankör heybeyi


Bizimkiler keskin bitirim huydan

Seninki hevessiz düşmüş torbadan


Gizemli nifakın insanlar çalmış

Şerleri şerrini şerri aldatmış


Nefesin korkutmaz vicdansızları

Muhataran tehdit etmez adamı


Yandım sana yandım gökler serini

Buzların örtmüyor hain insanı


Faydanı unuttuk yaktık tırpanı

Kazıklandın kışım sattık biçkini


Artık senden yağan yağmur şiddetsiz

Artık senden esen rüzgar heybetsiz


Dostluğa yandaşlık bedelli imiş

Aşığa maşukluk sönmekte imiş


Isır da bir dene ibret faydasız

Buzunu eritir içer hayırsız


Hatime:

Hey gidi hey, yâre!  Aşık divane

Hey gidi hey, çare!  Çaylar bitmekte 



- İngilizce (English) -



HEY, DARK WINTER, HEY!

(Wrathful Vistas)


Uproot your teeth, black winter, pull them out

Yours are rotten, rotten from the root, don't you pout


You can't bite into any hard fruits, so forget the spread

We'll fill the ungrateful saddlebag instead


Ours have a smashing sharp tempered chasm

Yours fell out of the bag without enthusiasm


Your mysterious discord was not stolen by the devil

People's wickedness deceived your evil with their evil


Your breath does not scare the unscrupulous

Your threat of harm does not rile the man who is pious


I burned for you, I burned for you, coolness of the skies

But your ice does not freeze the traitors and their lies


We forgot your benefits, burned the scythe and the shop

You got ripped off my winter, we even sold your crop


Now the rain falling from you is not violent nor drastic

Now the wind blowing from you is no longer majestic


Companionship for friendship now has a price 

But, for a bard, adoration is fading away twice


Bite into vanity, but as lessons learned it is useless

Worthless melt the ice and drink it, but is ruthless



Epilogue:

Hey, hey, O dear! 

The bard is in love

Hey hey, need a cure from a far seer! 

Help! The tea is running out














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