Paroles et traduction Dursun Ali Erzincanlı - Ey Can

Ey Can

İntizarınla çöller
Deli ve divaneydi
Firkatin bir kor idi
Alev idi dile can

Sana delicesine
Sevdalı kum denizi
Gelse de anlatsa bir
Mümkün olsa dile can
Nasıl yandı kavruldu?
Nasıl döndü çöle can?

Rüzgar yanık bir neydi ağlayan
Uğuldayan
Gam yüklü teraneydi
Sensiz eylerdi daim
Sahralarda nale can

Böyle bir intizarla
Kavrulurken bu sahra
Kumlarda bir heyecan
Alemler buldu bir can
Hayat geldi sümbüle
Itır geldi güle can

Dindi yangını birden kızgın
Kurak çöllerin
Ve o rüzgar
O rüzgar estikçe serin serin
Kalbi güldü toprağın

Ve bütün alemlerin
Ve bu mesut müjdeyle
Öyle ki koptu birden
Alemde bir velvele

Şafaklar döndü güne
Kainat buldu bir can
Kullarda bir heyecan
Gül pembe bir gülşenden
Yepyeni, pırıl pırıl bir gün
Doğdu çöle can

Hey! Bağrı yanık sahra
Şimdi yıldızlar çiçek
Geceni süsleyecek
Nur içicek badiye
Çöle o geldi diye
Gökte mehtap nur olur
Badiler dolu dolu
Işık ışık seylabe

Mehtap artık göklerden
Yere akan şelale
Süzülür maveradan
Gönüle akar nurdan
En paslı kalpler bile
Olur bu dem billurdan
Kavuşur çöller bugün
O gül kokan yele can

Madem ki alemlere
Doğuverdin gün gibi
Ay batsın hicabından
Doğmasın gecelere
Gün sönüp gitsin
Ve dönsün kandile can

Nur′un, senin ey Nebi öyle
Aceb bir nur kim
Gün ona can vermeye
Koşan bir pervane can
Ve sen bir dolunaysın

Ashabın etrafında
Halka halka hale can
Yollarda sen aheste
Yürürken beste beste
Yürürken şiir şiir
Yollar da şiirleşir

Buseler kondururdu
Ayakların çöle can
Ve o şükufeleri rüzgar okşardı
Her an serin elleriyle can

Sahranın ipeğine o billur ayakların
Nakışlar kondurdukça
Can gelirdi çöle can
Senden diye
Hep senden diye
Rüzgardaki helecan

Kullar mütebessimdi narin ve
Yumuşacık billur ayaklarına
Ve o günden bu güne
Esen bu deli rüzgar
Senden bir soluk almış
Ve o kutlu nefesi dağıtmış
Itır diye karanfile, sümbüle
Alem ıtrınla donmuş
Itrın sinmiş güle can

Sahra sıcak ve kurak
Feyzin yudumlayarak
Dindirir hasretini
Kavuşurdu suya can

Bir zaman initizarın kavurduğu
Çölleri şimdi firkatin yakar
Hasretin alev alev
Sahrada bir şule can

Rüzgardaysa bir figan
Serseri ve derbeder
Uğuldar zaman zaman
Sensiz eyler nale can

Bir şefaat umudu kevserin
Yudum yudum
Rahmetin sağanak sağanak
Yüreğime dola can
Seninle bir can olsam

Bir can katsan cana can
Mücrim olsam da bir gün
Mümkün müdür sıla can?
İstemem azatlığı
Sana olam köle can

Sensiz bu alem zehir
Ya ukbada n'ola can?
Rahmetinden bir damla bekleyen
Çöl gibiyim
Ruhum kurak bir sahra
Derbeder, serseriyim

Gülşeni gönlüm sensiz
Kuruyor sessiz sessiz
Rahmetinden bir feyiz
Saçmazsan n′ola halim
Ümit güllerim susuz
Korkarım ki sola can
Korkarım ki sola can

Oh My Soul

With longing for you, the deserts
Were mad and delirious
Your absence was a burning ember
A flame to the tongue, my soul

Madly in love with you
The sea of sand
If only it could speak and tell
If only it were possible, my soul
How it burned and scorched?
How it turned into a desert, my soul?

The wind was a burning lament, weeping
Howling
A melody laden with grief
Always without you, it would make
In the deserts, a wailing cry, my soul

With such longing
As this desert scorched
In the sands, an excitement
The worlds found a soul
Life came to the hyacinth
Fragrance came to the rose, my soul

Suddenly, the fire of the angry
Arid deserts subsided
And that wind
That wind blew, cool and refreshing
The heart of the earth rejoiced

And all the worlds
And with this happy news
So much so that it suddenly erupted
A commotion in the world

The dawns turned into suns
The universe found a soul
An excitement in the servants
A rose from a pink rose garden
Brand new, sparkling bright day
Born to the desert, my soul

Hey! Desert with a burning bosom
Now stars are flowers
Will adorn your night
The desert will drink light
Because she came to the desert
The moon in the sky becomes light
The deserts full to the brim
Light upon light, a flood

The moon is now from the skies
A waterfall flowing to the earth
It trickles down from the beyond
Light flows into the heart
Even the rustiest hearts
Become crystal clear at this moment
The deserts reunite today
With that rose-scented breeze, my soul

Since you have risen upon the worlds
Like the sun
May the moon set from its veil
May it not rise into the nights
May the day fade away
And turn into a lamp, my soul

Oh Prophet, your light is so
A wondrous light that
The day rushes to give it life
Like a moth to a flame, my soul
And you are a full moon

Your companions around you
Circle upon circle, a halo, my soul
On the roads, you are majestic
Walking verse by verse
Walking poem by poem
The roads themselves become poetry

They would bestow kisses
Your feet upon the desert, my soul
And the wind would caress those blossoms
Every moment with its cool hands, my soul

Upon the silk of the desert, your crystal feet
As they embroidered patterns
Life would come to the desert, my soul
Because of you
Always because of you
The excitement in the wind

The servants were smiling, delicate and
Soft upon your crystal feet
And from that day to this
This crazy wind that blows
Has taken a breath from you
And spread that blessed breath
As fragrance to the carnation, to the hyacinth
The world is adorned with your fragrance
Your fragrance has permeated the rose, my soul

The desert, hot and dry
Sipping your grace
Quenches its thirst
Reaches the water, my soul

The deserts once scorched by your longing
Now burn with separation
Your absence, a blazing flame
A torch in the desert, my soul

In the wind, a cry
Lost and wandering
It howls from time to time
Without you, it cries out, my soul

A hope for intercession, the Kawthar
Sip by sip
Your mercy, pouring down
Fill my heart, my soul
If I could be one with you

If you could add a soul to my soul
Even if I were a sinner one day
Is reunion possible, my soul?
I don't want freedom
To be your slave, my soul

Without you, this world is poison
What will become of my soul in the hereafter?
Like a desert waiting for a drop of your mercy
I am
My soul is a dry desert
I am lost and wandering

My heart, a rose garden without you
Is drying up silently
A grace from your mercy
If you don't bestow, what will become of me
My roses of hope are thirsty
I fear they will wither, my soul
I fear they will wither, my soul