It's An April Evening Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

It's an April evening, you and I smell cherry blossoms.
The most refreshing winds blow from you.
In you, I watch the green tide in the whitest of the seas.
I am wandering in the most secluded part of the forests, my sunny joy like mid-morning.

I plucked from you the most faded flowers.
I plowed the most fertile of the lands in you.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

I tasted from you, like children, the sentence of the maiden of the iftar.
I love you as the plant that never blooms.
The most valuable lessons in life cannot be taught, they must be lived like fasting.
But your prayers carry the light of the flowers hidden within them at the time of tahajjud.

Thanks to your love, a strong scent comes to the ruins of my heart.
What is yours is not taken from you, what is not yours is not given to you.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

And deep love is not experienced most of the time.
The darkness in my body was born in the world, your love lives with your soul.
It is the owner of the word, the language of the state is yours, not the magician's!..
But those who are not under our spell cannot interfere with us.

Our suffering is great; with divine words.
But the one who does not abandon his ordeal will not fit through our door.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

We neither summon nor expel anyone; this heart owner.
But the uninvited cannot cross our borders.
Those who can't hold our grudge can't hold on inside, can't make us need their prayers.
Once the heart comes out of the grave, like Yusuf's love with the prayer of tomorrow.

I have no room left for those who come only when there is light, in the fertile time.
Count the madmen of Hacı Bayram Veli, the Mausoleum said to the man with a weak mind, this is not possible!..
If you want, I can count the smart ones.
Because they are not more than a few, replied the Crazy People Sheikh.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

Come again, at the time of tahajjud, with the secret of basmala, from the maqam huu.
O dear expected dear soul is hidden in the skin, you are hidden in the soul.
I ignored the world for the smell of a tomorrow.
Time asked us questions.

Love gives good news to those who have tolerance, life and richness of heart.
Birds push their young down from the nest so they can learn to fly.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

That's a little bit of life; Those of us who learn to flap their wings will survive.
The rest will not die either.
But they will fall; They will not be called alive, even if they are alive.
No one knows the state of the poor, Allah says five eternal desires, they swaddle the world.

People are the architects of the building of their own lives.
Their mastery or inexperience in constructing this building makes them happy or miserable.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

The longest road is the one that a person walks without knowing where he is going.
To get lost in this hyacinth scent, to lose one's direction; It is an endless road that stretches as you walk.
I wouldn't really understand the value of time if I didn't think of you.
I used to read Surah Vel Asr.

But I could not place mana in my heart.
So, beyond understanding the meaning, there is a characteristic that the lover's scent makes a place for the heart.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

Or cry; Let my fire go out with my tears at the time of the sun.
I'll keep your mysteries in my chest until you say you've come.
Or sting; Let me find a cure at the time of tahajjud with your love in prayer.
Make an effort so that you will show your skills to use the materials of goodness, beauty, truth, truth and virtue that will bring you happiness and peace while building your life.

Either rob me of my self; Let my grave be free, you remain.
Either dress me up with your love on my forehead and take my mind off it.
Allah is witness to everything.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

The real death is heart ignorance.
Because life depends on the heart.
When the heart is dead, there is no life. Unless the human heart finds its life, it is a lifeless embroidery.

Prayers, the burning of the soul, the fire of the heart, the sofa of love.
However, the heart of the person who finds his love and meaning will be resurrected.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

Who can see me as I am?
I have neither color nor insignia.
You will say that there are secrets that I know too.
But I am both those secrets and the one who keeps those secrets.

I don't know when this heart will stop.
Wherever the worlds revolve with enthusiasm, the heart is always on your side.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

Prayer gives its fragrance from the gayrullah where the truth descends to the heart.
It's not just innate.
It's actually about having the right measurements.
Family, school or close environment will give this to people.

If one finds a quality source, his name is always side by side with love.
Your determination and questioning shows that you are on the right track.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

It makes me familiar with the owner of time.
But right now I am the one standing still.
I am the one who walks, be aware, O prudent friend.

The real definition of patience is to prevent one's self from complaining to others, not to Allah.
Those who are on fire in the fire will say Huuu round and round.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

Not what you say!
What matters is how you say it!
The truth; He should say it so beautifully, So skillfully, So pleasantly!..
The truth must enter the heart of the one who speaks it truthfully.

The first lesson in Sufism: Do not hurt anyone.
Final lesson: Don't get hurt by anyone.
So who doesn't get hurt?
Just as garbage can't cloud an ocean.

A mature person is not hurt by the world's sorrow either!..
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..

O human!..
What has deceived you against your gracious Lord?
Because when we complain to others, what we complain about is our destiny.
There is no curtain between the troubled person and Allah.

The heart that values its time in prayer that dedicates its time to you.
It's giving you something you can never get back.
Allah does not make his beloved servant love a random person!..