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Süleymaniye´de Bayram Sabahı
Artarak gönlümün aydınlığı her saniyede
Bir mehâbetli sabah oldu Süleymâniye´de
Kendi gök kubbemiz altında bu bayram saati,
Dokuz asrında bütün halkı, bütün memleketi
Yer yer aksettiriyor mavileşen manzaradan,
Kalkıyor tozlu zaman perdesi her an aradan.
A Festival Morning in Süleymaniye
By increasing the light of my heart in every second
It became a majestic morning in Süleymaniye.
Under our vault of heaven, at this festival hour
It reflects whole people and whole country in its nine centuries
Here and there from the view which becomes blue.
The dusty curtain of time is disappearing every moment.
Gecenin bitmeye yüz tuttuğu andan beridir,
Duyulan gökte kanat, yerde ayak sesleridir.
Bir geliş var!.. Ne mübârek, ne garîb âlem bu!..
Hava boydan boya binlerce hayâletle dolu...
From the moment the night started to end
What is heart is the voices of wings in the sky and voices of feet on the ground.
There is a coming! What a holy and weird universe this is.
Sky is filled all over with thousands of ghosts.
Her ufuktan bu geliş eski seferlerdendir;
O seferlerle açılmış nice yerlerdendir.
Bu sükûnette karıştıkça karanlıkla ışık
Yürüyor, durmadan, insan ve hayâlet karışık;
Kimi gökten, kimi yerden üşüşüp her kapıya,
Giriyor, birbiri ardınca, ilâhî yapıya.
Tanrının mâbedi her bir tarafından doluyor,
Bu saatlerde Süleymâniye târih oluyor.
This coming from every horizon is from old campaigns
From many places which were opened by those campaigns.
As long as darkness and light join in this quietness
People and ghosts walk together without stopping.
Flocking to every door some of them from sky some of them from ground,
They enter one after another to the divine structure.
The temple of god is filled from every where
At these hours Süleymaniye becomes history.
Edited (9/1/2011) by gokuyum
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