Allahaısmarladık | Faruk Nafiz Çamlıbel [Şiir]

There is no flower that can match Your charming face. 'Cause you're in the flowers You are like the rose in the thorns. The lines you have read are from a poem of Sadi-i Shirazi. "In flowers you are like a rose in thorns..." • • • Even though we can't be together, there are people we pray from afar. Those prayers have come true, God knows. Although we do not know how it affects, the angels carrying our prayers are definitely touching their shoulders. Maybe a hasene, maybe a tear is keeping them from a calamity. When eyes meet, people understand their experiences. What they took. I wonder if there are people with a prayer mouth who pray for us from such a distance and get rid of calamities? I think these people always exist somewhere. There were moments when we showed the right way to someone who went wrong, or there were moments when we gave a drop of water and became the lifeblood of a disaster, and there were beauties that we forgot ourselves. We had friends whose hearts we soothed, and whom we ran to every time it was in dire straits. We receive the prayers of these people from the mavera. They were people whose hearts were hurt, this heart broken. These are the prayers that were accepted. • • • Let's move on to the poem: I don't know how many times I recorded the poem "Goodbye", but it is a really difficult poem. Delete, re-register. Delete it again and again. When my husband listened to this poem that you listened to last time and he said that it was very nice, we present this poem to you upon his request - Normally, I was not planning to publish it, but things have changed- ↓ Your five fingers cauterized my hand in five places, Go away without leaving a burnt place in my heart... A mountain that collapsed and collapsed tomorrow If you don't want to see it, go without looking back! A widow's gaze plunging into her cub's path It resembles windows in a lightless house. Let it wait for the winter to grow a little green Slopes without waterfalls, calm streams. Like a yellow leaf, my heart fell on its way, There is no day you don't pass through my misty eyes: No valiant son trembles as much as I do, No mother is this fond of her daughter. I can hear from a thousand leagues who you are laughing with, If your own brother kisses you on the forehead, I will startle. Not who fell behind, I know who's dreaming. Your face that dazzles me like the day I see you more cordially when I get away from you. You turn pale when you see your orphan: A wedding dress becomes a girl, my love, at your age. Your five fingers cauterized my hand in five places, Go away without leaving a burnt place in my heart. A mountain that collapsed and collapsed tomorrow If you don't want to see it, go without looking back! ◄► Poet: Faruk Nafiz Camlibel Comment: Furkan Özdemir (  / hisseyab  ) Music | ♫ Berfin Aktay - Nobahari (Mohsen Namjoo) Cover Photo: Shahrazad Series