Exclusive  +  176995 Sat, 31 Dec 05 10:42 AM Yunus Emre Knowledge is to understand To understand who you are. If you know not who you are What's the use of learning? The aim in learning is To understand God's Truth. Because without knowledge It is wasted hard labor. Do not say: I know it all, I am obedient to my God. If you know not who God is That is sheer idle talk. Twenty-eight syllables You read from end to end. You name the first `alpha'' What can it possibly mean? Yunus Emre says also Let me receive what I need. The best possible thing Is to find perfect peace. Yunus Emre (?1238-?1320) Exclusive Joined on Tue, Jan 11 2005 USA Full Member 110 In Generosity and Helping Others Be like a River!

	Exclusive  +  176996 Sat, 31 Dec 05 10:43 AM Your love has wrested me away from me, You're the one I need, you're the one I crave Day and night I burn, gripped by agony, You're the one I need, you're the one I crave I find no great joy being alive, If I cease to exist, I would not grieve, The only solace I have is your love, You're the one I need, you're the one I crave Lover yearn for you, but your love slays them, At the bottom of the sea it lays them, It has God's images - it displays them, You're the one I need, you're the one I crave Even if, at the end they make me die And scatter my ashes up to the sky, My pit would break into this outcry: You're the one I need, you're the one I crave Let me drink the wine of love sip by sip, Like Mecnun, live in the hills in hardship, Day and night, care for you holds me in its grip, You're the one I need, you're the one I crave 'Yunus Emre the mystic' is my name, Each passing day fans and rouses my flame, What I desire in both worlds is the same: You're the one I need, you're the one I crave [5] One constant theme in Yunus' poetry is Love, that of God for man and, therefore, of man for God. Yunus' love is the most powerful of everything, it is for the creator of the universe but it is also the creator, it is fierce and burning, consuming Yunus' mere existence. Yunus is like Mecnun, "the mad man of Love" who suffered , appear to have gone mad, and died just for the love of Leyla. Yunus wants to be as drunk, i.e. mad, as Mecnun, for his Love which wounds him terribly. For Yunus external forms of religion are not important and reward and punishment are not of concern; he only cares for God, yearns of his Love. The world is temporary and even when he dies, even when he is killed like the martyr of love Hallaj (Yunus refers to him in various other pieces of poetry), whatever is left of him will be yearning for God. Yunus can argue with God that His Love is killing people, making them suffer enormously, he seems to complain of his unjust treatment, but regardless, his love is so great that he can not help yearning for Him. He believes that he existed with God before there was existence. Ofcourse, he is no different than God: I was a star for a long time; in the skies the angels were desirous [of me]. The all-compelling God commanded; I was There then. Before I was in this form, when my name was not Yunus, I was He, He was I, I was with the one who offered this love. [7] Yunus is hinting at a common Sufi theme of the existence of the Saints during the primordial time. Yunus is a perfect-man himself who was with the Creator before the Creation. He shared the divine knowledge with God. This idea is revealed more clearly in the following verses: Before the created universe came here, Before the skies were filled with angels, Before this realm had a foundation, I was with the creator of the Domain. [5] He is not content to make this shocking statement; he calls everyone else to accept it also: If you don't identify Man as God, All your learning is of no use at all. Yunus in fact refers to the idea of "vahdet'i vucut" , unity of being, which is a common theme on Sufi mysticism. He adheres to most of the common , dominant ideas of Sufism, as can clearly be seen from these pieces of poetry and his other works. What is different and most striking in Yunus is his use of the simple Turkish of his time - which could still be understood and appreciated quite easily by a modern Turkish speaker, and his outstanding humanism. It is the second aspect which primarily interests us here which certainly is not separate from his use of folk language. Exclusive

	Exclusive  +  176997 Sat, 31 Dec 05 10:45 AM Sidewalks I'm in the street, in a street all lonely Walking, walking and never looking back At the point my path is mingled with the black I seem to see a phantom wait for me Ashen clouds overcast the darkling sky Lightening bolts seek the chimneys of homes In this midnight only two who sleepless roam I here am one and there the sidewalks lie Drop by drop a terror collects in me At the head of every street the demons wait The houses fix their gaze, dark black and great, On me, like blindmen with their eyes ripped free The sidewalks, mother to the suffering Sidewalks, the person who has lived in me Sidewalks, sound heard when all sounds cease to be Sidewalks, a language within me lingering I'll not give up life in a soft embrace I am the child nursed at this sidewalk's breast Please let no morning on this dark street rest On this dark street let me ever run my race Let me go on and the road, let us not stay Let the lamps flow past me like a flood Let hungry dogs hear the click-clack of my tread Let there be an arch, vaulted in gloom, on my way Let the daytimes be yours, give me darknesses Let me not walk in light nor to eyes appear As in a damp quilt let me wrap myself here Cover me, cover me in their cool darknesses If my body, full-length on these stones could lie If these cold stones would draw the fever from my brow Like these streets plunging into uncanny drowse If only the sidewalks' melancholy mate would die Necip Fazıl Kısakürek Translated by Walter G. Andrews Exclusive

	Exclusive  +  176998 Sat, 31 Dec 05 10:46 AM Kuyruklu Şiir Uyuşamayız sevgilim, yollarımız ayrı; Sen ciğercinin kedisi ben sokak kedisi. Senin yiyeceğin kalaylı kapta Benimki aslan ağzında. Sen aşk rüyasi görürsün ben kemik. Ama seninki de kolay degil, kardeşim; Kolay değil hani, Böyle kuyruk sallamak Tanrının günü. Orhan Veli Kanık --------------------------------------- Tailed Poem We can’t be together, Our ways are distinct. You’re the cat of a butcher, but I’m an alley cat. Your food is served with a tinned plate, I take mine from the lion’s mouth. You dream of love; I dream of bone. But your way isn’t easy either, pal! It’s not so easy To wag a tail and fawn over the man! Orhan Veli Kanık Translated by elt Exclusive

	Exclusive  +  177001 Sat, 31 Dec 05 10:47 AM Memleket İsterim Memleket isterim Gök mavi, dal yeşil, tarla sarı olsun; Kuşların çiceklerin diyarı olsun. Memleket isterim Ne başta dert ne gönülde hasret olsun; Kardeş kavgasına bir nihayet olsun. Memleket isterim Ne zengin fakir ne sen ben farkı olsun; Kış günü herkesin evi barkı olsun. Memleket isterim Yaşamak, sevmek gibi gönülden olsun; Olursa bir şikayet ölümden olsun. Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı -------------------------------------- I Want a Country I want a country Let the sky be blue, the bough green, the cornfield yellow Let it be a land of birds and flowers I want a country Let there be no pain in the head, no yearning in the heart Let there be an end to brothers' quarrels I want a country Let there be no rich and poor, no you and me On winter days let everyone have hose and home I want a country Let living be like loving from the heart If there must be complaint, let it be of death Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı translated by Bernard Lewis Exclusive

	Exclusive  +  177002 Sat, 31 Dec 05 10:48 AM BEDAVA Bedava yaşıyoruz, bedava; Hava bedava, bulut bedava; Dere tepe bedava; Yağmur çamur bedava; Otomobillerin dişi, Sinemaların kapısı, Camekanlar bedava; Peynir ekmek değil ama Acı su bedava; Kelle fiyatına hürriyet, Esirlik bedava; Bedava yaşıyoruz, bedava. Orhan Veli --------------------------- FREE We live free Air is free, clouds are free Valleys and hills are free Rain and mud are free The outside of cars The entrances of cinemas And the shop windows are free Bread and cheese cost money But stale water is free Freedom can cost your head But prison is free We live free Orhan Veli Kanık translated by Bernard Lewis Exclusive

	Exclusive  +  177003 Sat, 31 Dec 05 10:49 AM Hikaye Senin dudakların pembe Ellerin beyaz, Al tut ellerimi bebek Tut biraz! Benim doğduğum köylerde Ceviz ağaçları yoktu, Ben bu yüzden serinliğe hasretim Okşa biraz! Benim doğduğum köylerde Buğday tarlaları yoktu, Dağıt saçlarını bebek Savur biraz! Benim doğduğum köyleri Akşamları eşkiyalar basardı. Ben bu yüzden yalnızlığı hiç sevmem Konuş biraz! Benim doğduğum köylerde Kuzey rüzgarları eserdi, Ve bu yüzden dudaklarım çatlaktır Öp biraz! Sen Türkiye gibi aydınlık ve güzelsin! Benim doğduğum köyler de güzeldi, Sen de anlat doğduğun yerleri, Anlat biraz! Cahit Kulebi ----------------------------------- Song Your lips are red Your hands are white Take my hands, child, Hold them a while. In the village where I was born There were no walnut trees That's why I yearn for coolness Fondle me a while. In the village where I was born There were no cornfields So scatter your hair child Flaunt it a while. In the village where I was born The north winds blew That's why my lips are cracked Kiss them a while In the village where I was born Bandits struck by night That's why I hate to be alone Speak with me a while In the village where I was born Men did not know how to laugh That's why I'm still so unhappy Make me laugh a while You are light and beauty, like my country The village where I was born was beautiful too Now tell me of the place where you were born Tell me a while. Cahit Kulebi Translated by Bernard Lewis Exclusive

	Exclusive  +  177004 Sat, 31 Dec 05 10:50 AM BAYRAK Ey,mavi göklerin beyaz ve kızıl süsü, Kızkardeşimin gelinliği,şehidimin son örtüsü ! Işık ışık, dalga dalga bayrağım, Senin destanını okudum, senin destanını yazacağım. Sana benim gözümle bakmayanın Mezarını kazacağım. Seni selamlamadan uçan kuşun Yuvasını bozacağım. Dalgalandığın yerde ne korku, ne keder... Gölgende bana da, bana da yer ver ! Sabah olmasın, günler doğmasın ne çıkar. Yurda ay yıldızın ışığı yeter. Savaş bizi karlı dağlara götürdüğü gün. Kızıllığında ısındık, Dağlardan çöllere düşürdüğü gün. Gölgene sığındık. Ey, şimdi süzgün, rüzgarlarda dalgalan; Barışın güvercini, savaşın kartalı... Yüksek yerlerde açan çiçeğim; Senin altında doğdum, Senin dibinde öleceğim. Tarihim, şerefim, şiirim, herşeyim; Yeryüzünde yer beğen: Nereye dikilmek istersen Söyle seni oraya dikeyim! Arif Nihat Asya ------------------------------------------------ The Flag The white and scarlet ornament for blue skies... The bridal gown for a sister, the Iast cover for a martyr, Glimmering and glittering, undulating with wind, my flag, I've read your legend, I'll write your Iegend. I'll dig the grave for him Who doesn't look at you with my eyes. I'll ruin the nest of the bird Which flies away without greeting you. Wherever you undulate, there is no fear, no sorrow... Give me, give me a place under your shadow. Who cares if it is not morning, if days don't break, The light of your star and crescent is enough for the country. When war led us to snow-capped mountains We warmed in your redness; When war led us from mountains to deserts, We took shelter in your shade. You, now languid, waving with winds; The pigeon of peace, the eagle of war... My flower that blooms in lofty places I was born beneath you, I'll die underneath you. My history, my honour, my poetry, my all; Choose in the world anywhere: Wherever you want to be fixed on, Tell me that I may plant you here! Exclusive

	Exclusive  +  177006 Sat, 31 Dec 05 10:51 AM Anlatamıyorum Ağlasam sesimi duyar mısınız, Mısralarımda; Dokunabilir misiniz, Gözyaşlarıma, ellerinizle? Bilmezdim şarkıların bu kadar güzel, Kelimelerinse kifayetsiz olduğunu Bu derde düşmeden önce. Bir yer var, biliyorum; Her şeyi söylemek mümkün; Epeyce yaklaşmışım, duyuyorum; Analatamıyorum... Orhan Veli Kanık ------------------------------------------ I Can't Tell If I cry, can you hear my voice, In my lines; Can you touch, My tears, with your hands? I didn't know that songs were this beautiful, Whereas words were this insufficient Before I had this trouble. There is a place, I know; It is possible to say everything; I am pretty close, I can feel; I can't tell. Orhan Veli Kanık   For more poem: www.ingilizcepratik.net I hope you will like turkish poems.. if you have any question about it no hasitate to ask... warm regards, AD Exclusive Regards, Warm Regards