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 off your horse and started to hate the world
Trouble was forecast on your fate that whirled and whirled
You have become a Whirling Dervish!
Your soul, you must now fully nourish
Welcome strife, laugh or cry
You're no longer worthy of a wife, under any sky!
Whining? Who cares about your blues?
Are you angry? What a nice excuse!
The sky has no ears for those who are unwashen
You must learn to behave with due caution
See, where your friends are?
See, is there a skill to your art from afar?
The most in pleasure has the least in trouble
Right! You got older dreaming for 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 having a great wealth?!"
Don't you mind who's rich or poor
Stop squirting your head with bad fuel
Its your fault, if you underestimate yourself
Well then, there is no good or any splendor in your past
You should sing about your tomb
A door to the dreamland may open and boom!
You're a guest in a heaven's back room!
In sum, in your memories and in love
A Pheasant Sultan, you've just become!
- Epilogue -
"O, porter's wild mule shush!'
"The sinister jackals are good at ambush!'
"Do not make fun of the devoted, it is tensive!'
"The price of a ticket to heaven could be...very expensive!'''
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