Sülün Sultan
Ters düşmüşsün dünyaya
Dert yazılmış alnına
İster ağla ister gül
Kıymetin yok karına
Sızlanmışsın kime ne?
Hırslanmışsın bahane
Kulağı yok göklerin
Uslanırsın temkinle
Bak nerdeymiş dostların
Bak varmıymış sanatın
En çok zevkte en az dert
Mevki derken yaşlandın
Bakamazsın kendine
Küfredersin herkese
Pek yamanmış talihim
Ümit dersin servette
Fakir zengin düşünme
Kafana dur işeme
Küçümsersen kendini
Debdebe yok geçmişte
Kasvetinle şakıycan
Cennet kapın arıycan
Hatıranda ve aşkta
Sülün sultan bulucan
- Hatime (Sonsöz):
Yaban hamal katırı
Nursuz pusu çakalı
Dalga geçme müslimle
Çıkar ahret pahalı
- İngilizce (English) -
A SOVEREIGN PHEASANT
You fell and grew contrary to this world
Trouble was writ on your head, it whirled
Whether you cry or laugh, its strife
You are not worthy of your wife
Whining? Who cares about your blues?
Are you angry? What a nice excuse!
The sky has no ears, unwashen
You'll learn to behave with caution
See, where your friends are?
See, is there a skill to your art afar?
The most in pleasure has the least in trouble
You got older dreaming, rank, position, and label!
You can't take care of yourself;
So, you curse everyone but yourself!
"O my bad luck is like an ill-health,"
You say, "then maybe, hope is in the great wealth!"
Don't mind who's rich or poor
Stop squirting your head with bad fuel
If you underestimate yourself
There is no splendor in your past
You should sing about your gloom
The door to Heaven may open, and boom!
In your memories and in love, in sum
A Pheasant Sultan, you'll become!
- Epilogue
O, porter's wild mule shush!
Sinister jackals can ambush:
Don't make fun of the Devouted: Its tensive!
The price of Afterlife could be: Expensive!
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