Monday, December 17, 2012

Bektashi Jokes


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Dilenci el açmış dileniyor, hem de dua ediyormuş.
A beggar was begging and praying.
Bektaşi on para vermiş, “Duanı istemem!” demiş…
Bektashi gave 10 pennies and said: "I don´t want your prayer."
Dilenci şaşırmış:
“Niye duamı istemiyorsun?”
Beggar was suprised:
Why don´t you want my prayer?
“Ulan senin duan beş para etseydi, kendini kurtarır, dilenmezdin!”
If your prayer worthed a penny, you would save yourself, you wouldn´t beg.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

My Poems

Poem 6 

your blue eyes 
killed me twice 
once in their presence 
once in their absence 
chained with madness 
no more captive 
no more helpless 
i will lose my way 
in your darkness 
away from exit 
away from entrance 


Thursday, November 15, 2012

Turkish Folk Poetry

Ottoman Poetry

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Erbâb-ı kemâli çekemez nâkıs olanlar;
Rencîde olur dîde-i huffâş ziyâdan.

İgnorants can´t endure wises
Light hurts the eyes of bats.

Her âkile bir derd bu âlemde mukarrer,
Râhat yaşamış var mı gürûh-ı ukalâdan!

There is always a trouble for the wise
Has any wise person ever lived in comfort?

                                       Ziya Paşa (1825-1888)


Thursday, March 29, 2012

Poems of Poet Ottoman Emperors

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Celîs-i halvetim varım habîbim mâh-ı tâbânım 
Enîsim mahremim varım güzeller şâhı sultânım
My resident of solitude, my everything, my beloved, my shining moon
My friend, my privacy, my everything, my shah of beautifuls, my sultan

Hayâtım hâsılım ömrüm şarâb-ı Kevser’im Adn’im 
Bahârım behcetim rûzum, nigârım verd-i handânım
My life, my existance, my lifetime, my wine of youngness, my heaven
My spring, my joy, my day, my beloved, my laughing rose.

Neşâtım işretim bezmim çerâğım neyyirim şem´im 
Turunc ü nâr ü nârencim benim şem´-i şebistânım
My delight, my wine, my tavern, my lamp, my light, my candle
My orange and pomegranate and sour orange, my candle of night

Nebâtım sükkerim gencim cihân içinde bî-rencim 
Azîzim Yûsuf’um varım gönül Mısr’ındaki hânım
My plant, my sugar, my treasure, my delicate in world
My saint, my Joseph, my everything, my Khan of my heart´s Egypt.

Stanbul’um Karaman’ım diyâr-ı milket-i Rûm’um 
Bedahşân’ım ve Kıpçak’ım ve bağdâ’ım Horasân’ım
My İstanbul, My Karaman, my land of Rum
My Bedehşan, my Kıpchak, my Bagdad, my Horosan

Saçı varım kaşı yâyım gözü pür-fitne bîmârım 
Ölürsem boynuna kanım meded hey nâ-Müslümân’ım
My long-haired, my bow like eyebrow, my eye full of discord, my patient
My blood is on your hands if I die, mercy o my non-Muslim

Kapında çünki meddâhım seni medh iderim dâim 
Yürek pür-gam gözüm pür-nem Muhibb’îyem ve hoş hâlim
I am a flatterer near your door, I always praise you
Heart is full of sorrow, eye is full of tears, I am Muhibbi and I am happy.

                                                                                               Muhibbi(Magnificent Suleiman)

Muhibbi is the pen name of Magnificent Suleiman. It is believed that this poem was written for Hurrem Sultan by him. Such a great poem. I wanted to share it.


Thursday, September 8, 2011

My favourite rubais from Rumi

1)Anyone who doesnt suffer of a secret love, s/he hasn´t got a heart and a soul eventhough s/he seems alive. S/he is like a dead person walking. If you think you are smart, go and ask for toruble from god because to not to have trouble and to not to fall in love are incurable diseases.

2) Our body which is made of earth is the light of the heavens. The angels envy our agility in the way of God. Sometimes angels are jealous of our pureness, sometimes even Satan runs away from our evilness.