WAILING
Hadji Bey Wailing:
I have descended from Ayvalık an foot
Endure oh my feet endure
A bride has come from Ödemiş
Wake up Hadji bey wake up
In front of their house is poplar
Leaves fall from poplar
Wake up Hadjı Bey wake up
My hand is henna my head veiled
I go little, I go well
Stream, hill I go level
Wake up Hadjı Bey wake up
I have come as bride and I go back girl
There is light in his room
Silver spoon at his dinner
I couldn’t pass by jumping
I ashamed and couldn’t ran away
Hizarına hizarına
Birds has perched his grave
White horse of the Hadjı Bey
Take to the sultan bazaar
My mother cries for her head
Bride cries for food
Small girls cry much
Because of the session of my brother nice
Ruined Erzincan
We have told you that you are soul
So much fresh blood under the wreckage
Pains wounds, pour blood in vein
Became ruin that beautiful Erzincan
Tears in my eyes like a flood
Wife and children all at the street
Bitter screams, weather is too cold
Don’t tremble stay straight big Erzincan
Ones I was looking around happy, pride
Where are you Selimoğlu, Vakıflar, Urartu
This is the home of flowers, fruits, and beauties
Roses in your garden faded beautiful Erzincan
Euphrates sad, nightingales quiet
Your wheel has been broken on 13th March 92
You don’t differ from tottering drunk
Don’t be crazy, pull yourself together, my rose Erzincan
Hoarse sound of some coming here,
Trembling at the emptiness beautiful hands
Crashed heads, broken waists
You can’t be murderer, loyal Erzincan
We have told you that you can’t take soul
You can’t stay cross to us like this
We hope you never shaken again
Your spring became fall ruined Erzincan
Did you pretend fire can not be lighted on the snow
That is what I understood nowadays
I prayed to my God, I begged much
For heaven’s sake, protect us Erzincan
This country is wide, we didn’t pretend it was narrow
We couldn’t fit in big offices
If enemy do it we have never cared
You have doomed us to a tent, Erzincan
We have been separated from the friends
Our heart sad, the hearts are broken
Stop this migration masters, rulers
Don’t send us away from your soil Erzincan
We have given you, forty thousand you are still hungry
In eighty three never has been persuaded by ransom
This spring has never shown mercy us
Has taken hundreds of souls as ransom Erzincan
These soils are sick, moaning inside
The ears are very careful, listen to your pulse
Nobody knows what will happen in time
Left unlucky, distrustful Erzincan
Sorrowful Kemal say, he say I cry
I pity to beautiful souls, and become fire and burn
Sure one day open flower, my autumn orchards
Your sprig did not become happy Erzincan
Let your black holiday be celebrated Erzincan
Comments
so sad as a sign of wailing . just would be your kindness dear William to tell some about Erzincan ,i guessed it the name of a city in Turkey , my poor lazy knowledge that i hadnt known the event occurred on 13th March 92 , maybe an earthquake or invading .thanks it was so deep maker sorrows and prompts grieves .