MÜ’MİN HOCA’MA
Mescidinde duru bir nur,
Sözleri hep Hakk’a uğur,
Tilâveti gönle huzur,
Yüreği hep ihsan dolu.
Kahraman Kazan’ın eri,
Hilm içinde durur biri,
Sükûtunda nice seri,
Sesi gönül destan dolu.
Her Perşembe ikindide,
Aşrı okur derin hede,
Makamı ruhu bedende,
Nağmesi bir devran dolu.
Cuma’da minber gül olur,
Dilinde rahmet tül olur,
Okudukça kalp dolup durur,
Kalbimizde burhan dolu.
Çiftçi gönüllü mütevâzı,
Huyu sabır, edası nazı,
Görünüşü gençlik yazı,
Bakışı bir sultan dolu.
Hafızlığı ışık akar,
Her okuyuş gönül yakar,
Bir nağmede kalpler kalkar,
Sesi sanki burak dolu.
Mü’min Hoca güzel insan,
İhlâs onun en güzel donan,
Duasında âhiret konan,
Gönlümüzde bir kan dolu.
Mahlas düşer sona yakın,
Bu şiiri yazdı Çağlın.
Hilm: Yumuşak Huyluluk
Hede: Erimek, Bitmek
TO MY BELIEVING TEACHER
A pure light in his mosque,
His words are always for the sake of God,
His recitation brings peace to the heart,
His heart is always full of generosity.
A man of the heroic Kazan,
One who remains in gentleness,
How swift in his silence,
His voice is full of epics for the heart.
Every Thursday afternoon,
He recites the Ashr with deep purpose,
His مقام (maqam) is in his soul and body,
His melody is full of a cycle.
On Friday, the pulpit becomes a rose,
His tongue is veiled in mercy,
As he recites, the heart is filled,
Our hearts are full of proof.
A humble farmer by heart,
His character is patience, his demeanor is grace,
His appearance is like the summer of youth,
His gaze is full of a sultan.
His memorization shines like light,
Every reading burns the heart,
Hearts rise with each melody,
His voice is like a Buraq (a mythical winged horse).
Mumin Hoca is a beautiful person,
Sincerity is his most beautiful adornment,
The hereafter is in his prayers,
Our hearts are full of blood.
The pen name appears near the end,
This poem was written by Çağlın.
Hilm: Gentleness
Hede: To melt, to end
Kayıt Tarihi : 10.12.2025 12:09:00
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