Paroles et traduction Kurban - Yobaz

Yobaz

Bu dünyadan kar sağlayan kirli bir el var
Zorla kesilen haraçla bir dünya doyar
Karanlık hasat mevsiminde, gündüz ağlar
Son günler yaklaştıkça güneş de yakar

Sen, yobaz, efendinin sağ yanında yerini al
Sen, düzenbaz, efendinin sol yanında yerini al
Ve sen, etme naz, efendinin kucağında yerini al

Sahipten emir alan tüm acizler azar
Bilmez cahil, ruh evidir, bedense mezar
Yüzyıllardır kanla beslendi, tarihte yazar
Hep sapkındır hem de der ki, değmesin nazar

Sen, yobaz, efendine inanmayanın canını al
Sen, düzenbaz, efendinin haramından payını al
Ve sen, etme naz, efendinin kucağında yerini al

Aydınlığa çıkarmak için uzanan o el
Karanlığın içinden geliyor, cahil, bre cahil

Ona akıl verin, ihtiyacı var
Aklının odacıkları pek bir dar
Issız yığıntıdan kurtulacağına
Sabah akşam örer odaya duvar

Cahil Allah senin çileni versin
Oğlun senin tersin olsun ki ersin
Kalbimizde elbet herkese yer var
Ancak akıl denen muamma seni neylesin

Sanki doğar doğmaz ilk duyduğuna inanmış
Hemen ardından da kapıları kapatmış
Yeter ki şu aciz beden tam doysun
Zaten ruh ve akıl bataklığa saplanmış

Hem cahilsin hem de akıl verirsin
Sana maruz kalan nasıl delirmesin
İşe yarar bir şey olsa aklında
İblis oturabilir miydi şimdi sarayda

Apışının arasıyla düşünen
Yaratanı yapma dese de yapar
Ölünce elbet herkese bir ev var
Ve bir kısmının manzarası ateştir

Zealot

This world has a dirty hand that provides snow
The world is satisfied with the taxes that are cut by force
In the season of dark harvest, the day weeps
As the last days approach, the sun burns

You, zealot, take your place on the right side of your master
You, a cheat, take your place on the left side of your master
And you, don't be shy, take your place in the lap of your master

All the feeble-minded who get orders from the owner scold
The ignorant doesn't know that the soul is a house, and the body is a tomb
For centuries it has been fed with blood, history writes
It is always a heretic and also says that no one should look at it

You, zealot, take the life of those who don't believe in your master
You, a cheat, take your share from your master's haram
And you, don't be shy, take your place in the lap of your master

That hand that comes from the dark to bring to light
Ignorant, oh ignorant, it's coming from the dark

Give her/him advice, she/he needs it
The rooms of her/his mind are very narrow
Instead of getting rid of the lonely pile
She/he weaves a wall on the room morning and evening

Ignorant One, may Allah give you your troubles
May your son be the opposite of you so that he may reach her/him
Of course there is a place for everyone in our hearts
But what should the riddle called reason do with you

As if she/he believed the first thing she/he heard after birth
And then she/he closed the doors behind her/him
As long as this helpless body is full
Anyway, the soul and mind are stuck in the swamp

You are both ignorant and give advice
How can anyone who is exposed to you not go mad
If there were something useful in your mind
Could the devil sit in the palace now

The one who thinks with his/her clumsy mind
Even if the creator says don't do it, she/he does it
Of course there is a house for everyone when they die
And the view of some of them is fire