Haste Makes Waste Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

Haste makes waste,
With patience, the world makes peace.
Bean to time,
Is there a cure for your problem?

Black night, white morning,
Stay patient,
Two rak'ahs of prayer,
Is it the devil?

Seed of tomato,
It sprouts and sprouts.
Inedible while green,
It is expected to blush.

He who sows wheat is patient,
He works patiently.
He gets tired, he gets tired,
When it's over, there's no sorrow, no sorrow.

The door that patience will open.
It's up to the human...
Do what you have to be patient.
The ambush of haste.