ŞİİR | Hor bakma sen toprağa - Yunus Emre | Hayati İnanç

Don't look down on the earth, what lies in the earth? Where lie so many saints, a hundred thousand prophets? In Paradise lies the one who ate wheat, wore the shirt of heedlessness, And inclined to the world, Prophet Adam. He who raked sand with his back, kneaded it with his tears, He who laid the foundations of the Kaaba, Prophet Khalil. He who ate wolves, and was grateful for the wolves. He who patiently endured hardships, Prophet Job. He who was extinguished in a well, sold as a slave. He who became the sultan of Egypt, Prophet Joseph. He who made Joseph his son, who fought with wolves. He who wept and became eyeless, Prophet Jacob. He who turned dragons with his staff, who sent him sailing to the sea. He who destroyed Pharaoh, Prophet Moses. O beloved of God, the physician of the afflicted, He who led the prophets, the messenger of the prophets, He who destroyed Khaybar, The one who burns the infidels, Looking like hawks, a man like Ali lies in repose The roses of the fathers' mothers, the tongues that recite the Quran Fatman's sons, Hasan and Hüseyin lie in repose The one who throws the needle into the water, makes the fish bring it back The one who abandoned the crown and throne, Ibrahim Ethem, lies in repose The night is eternal, the day is eternal The sultan of the wise, Bayezid Bestami, lies in repose Those men of truth, each one has come and gone O Mevlana Hudavandigar lies in Konya Many true servants of God, think of these If I were to count those saints, how many sultans would lie in repose Yunus, you too will die, you will enter the dark earth Many sinful servants lie in the dark earth