In The Arena of Love Divine
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Oh Poor Nightingale, Do Not Sing - By Yunus Emre
(Ä°smi sübhan virdin mi var?)
Do you chant the glorious Name ?
Do you reside in His Garden ?
Are you having the same grief that I have ?
The pain I have is barely bearable
Do not add one more to this agony.
Do not sing, oh poor nightingale
I know you are in love with the Rose
Who can truly fathom the state of the Rose ?
Do not wander in the garden,
and converse with the rosebud.
Do not sing, oh poor nightingale
Do you fly away flapping your wings?
Do you cross over oceans and seas ?
The hopelessness that is me,
is that the same state for you, speak up ?
Do not sing, oh poor nightingale
Oh, my good nightingale.
Are you fattened in cages ?
Are you in mourning like me ?
Poor, poor nightingale, do not sing.
Yunus says there is no beauty as pure
as yours in this world.
At dawn and dusk when you chant
" The Truth, The Truth"
Do not forget us, oh nightingale.
Do not sing, oh poor nightingale.
Ismi sübhan virdin mi var
Bahçelerde yurdun mu var
Bencileyin derdin mi var
Garip garip ötme bülbül
Ötme bülbül ötme bülbül
Derdi derde katma bülbül
Benim derdim bana yeter
Bir de sen dert katma bülbül
Bilirim âşıksın güle
Gülün hâlinden kim bile
Bahçedeki gonca güle
Dolaşıp söz atma bülbül …….. Ötme bülbül
Pervaz olup uçar mısın
Deniz derya geçer misin
Bencileyin nâ-çar mısın
Ben de hâlin söyle bülbül……. Ötme bülbül
A bülbülüm uslu musun
Kafeslerde besli misin
Bencileyin yaslı mısın
Garip garip ötme bülbül……. Ötme bülbül
Yunus cemalin pak derken
Cihanda mislin yok derken
Seher vakti "hakk hakk" derken
Bizi de unutma bülbül…….. Ötme bülbül
( Makam: Saba)
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