Текст и перевод песни Abdullah Beyhan feat. Mehmet Zeyd Yıldız - Çağırırım Ey Dost Seni - Farsça

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Ey benim Sultanım özüm
Hicranım çok gülmez yüzüm
Ey benim Sultanım özüm
Hicranım çok gülmez yüzüm
Yakup oldum ağlar gözüm
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Yakup oldum ağlar gözüm
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Şimdi cismimden cüdayım
Kurban canım ben fedayım
Yusuf gibi kuyudayım
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Yusuf gibi
Kuyudayım
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Çağırırım
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Zan şah ki u ra heves-i tabl u alem nist
Divane şodem ber ser-i divane galem nist
Ez dur bebini tu mera sahs-ı revende
An şahs-ı hıyalest veli ğeyr-i adem nist

Pişa vu adem şo ki adem ma'den-i canest
Emma ne çonin can, ki be cuz ğusse vu ğem nist
Men bi men u tu bi tu derayim derin cu
Zira ki derin huşk be cuz zulm u sitem nist

In cuy kuned ğarke veliken nekoşed merd
Ku ab-ı hayatest u be cuz lutf u kerem nist

Gezinirim otağında
Ateş yanar şu bağrımda
Gezinirim otağında
Ateş yanar şu bağrımda
Musa ile Tur Dağında
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Musa ile Tur Dağında
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Yüzüm gülmez şu dünyada
Kaldım artık
Ben sılada
Hüseyinimle Kerbelada
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Hüseyinimle Kerbelada
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Calling You, Oh My Beloved - Persian

Oh my Sultan, my essence,
In separation, my face rarely smiles.
Oh my Sultan, my essence,
In separation, my face rarely smiles.
Like Jacob, my eyes weep.
I call for you,
Oh my Beloved.
Like Jacob, my eyes weep.
I call for you, Oh my Beloved.

Now I am separated from my body,
My sacrificed soul, I am devoted to you.
Like Joseph, I am in the well.
I call for you, Oh my Beloved.
Like Joseph,
I am in the well.
I call for you,
Oh my Beloved.
I call for you,
Oh my Beloved.

Do not think that I desire drums and the world,
I am mad, but not for a mad world.
From afar, you see me as a wandering soul,
That soul is an illusion, but not non-existent.

Before and after Adam, who is the source of life,
But not a life that is only grief and sorrow.
I am without me, you are without you, in this deep well,
For a deep well is dry, nothing but oppression and injustice.

This well may drown, but it does not kill a man,
For it is the water of life, nothing but grace and generosity.

I wander in your chambers,
Fire burns in my heart.
I wander in your chambers,
Fire burns in my heart.
With Moses on Mount Sinai,
I call for you,
Oh my Beloved.
With Moses on Mount Sinai,
I call for you,
Oh my Beloved.

My face doesn't smile in this world,
I am left now
In prostration.
With my Hussein in Karbala,
I call for you,
Oh my Beloved.
With my Hussein in Karbala,
I call for you,
Oh my Beloved.

I call for you,
Oh my Beloved.