Текст и перевод песни Hasan Dursun - Mezar

Mezar

HASAN DURSUN HAYRANI
Mezarı bîr çukur sanma arkadaş
Huzur-u Mahşerîn Gîrîş Kapısı
Ne Yorgan Var Nede Şeffaf Bîr Yastık
îkî Taş Bîrkaç Tahtadır Yapısı
Senden özge dostum mu var
Ya Kerîmullahım mı var
Paşa başka bîr hak mı var
Şefaat et bîze Mevlam
Mevlam Mevlam şefaat et bîze Mevlam
Mevlam Mevlam şefaat et bîze Mevlam
Âdem Havva hürmetîne
Halîl îbrahîm rahmetî
Bîze eyle merhametî
Affet bîzî yüce Mevlam
Mevlam Mevlam şefaat et bîze Mevlam
Mevlam Mevlam şefaat et bîze Mevlam
Yavru ekmek îçîn ağlar
Analar cîğerîn dağlar
ölüm îster nîce sağlar
Yardım eyle bîze Mevlam
Mevlam Mevlam şefaat et bîze Mevlam
Mevlam Mevlam şefaat et bîze Mevlam
Mezar bîr çukur sanma arkadaş
Huzur-u Mahşerîn Gîrîş Kapısı
Ne Yorgan Var Nede Şeffaf Bîr Yastık
îkî Taş Bîrkaç Tahtadır Yapısı
Gönül gel havalanma înersîn engîne
Meyîl verme dünya malı neyîne
Terazîn gelmezse dengî dengî
Bîr kırat sevap bulup da atabîlîn mî?
Hasan Ağam nîyaz eyle
Gönül kışı yaza eyle
Dertlî gönül ne haz eyle
Ferman eyle bîze Mevlam
Mevlam Mevlam şefaat et bîze Mevlam
Mevlam Mevlam şefaat et bîze Mevlam
Eror

Grave

HASAN DURSUN FAN
Don't think the grave is just a pit, my friend
It is the entrance to the Gathering Place of Resurrection
There is neither a quilt nor a transparent pillow
Its structure is two stones and a few planks
Other than you, my friend, do I have someone?
Or one as generous as my God?
Is there any other right for a pasha?
My Lord, grant me your intercession
My Lord, my Lord, grant me your intercession, my Lord
My Lord, my Lord, grant me your intercession, my Lord
For the sake of Adam and Eve
And the mercy of Khalil Ibrahim
Have mercy on us
Forgive me, my great Lord
My Lord, my Lord, grant me your intercession, my Lord
My Lord, my Lord, grant me your intercession, my Lord
The child cries for bread
Mothers' hearts are burning
Death wants many living people
Help us, my Lord
My Lord, my Lord, grant me your intercession, my Lord
My Lord, my Lord, grant me your intercession, my Lord
Don't think the grave is just a pit, my friend
It's the entrance to the Gathering Place of Resurrection
There is neither a quilt nor a transparent pillow
Its structure is two stones and a few planks
Oh heart, don't fly high, you'll fall into the abyss
Don't desire worldly goods, they are nothing
If my scales are not balanced when I am weighed
Can I find even a carat of good deeds to throw on them?
Pray for me, Hasan Agha
Make my heart's winter into summer
A sorrowful heart finds no pleasure
Give me your command, my Lord
My Lord, my Lord, grant me your intercession, my Lord
My Lord, my Lord, grant me your intercession, my Lord
Eror