SEVGİLİ PEYGAMBERİM (S.A.S.)
Seni anlatmaya yetmez ne kelâm, ne de söz,
Adınla başlar aşkım, her harfiyle bir niyaz.
Sen ki bir rahmet oldun, âleme nurdan iz,
Canım sana fedâdır, sevgili peygamberim.
Yetimdin ama sevgiliydin, göklerdeydin her daim,
Hira'da nur doğarken, sarsıldı zulüm tâlim.
Cebrâil getirdi aşkı, âleme vahyin ilim,
Karanlıkta bir ışıktın, sevgili peygamberim.
Putlar devrildi senin “La ilâhe” sözünle,
Kalpler secdeye vardı, aşk doldu her gözünle.
Taş bile ağlardı senin, yetimlere özünle,
Merhametin deryadır, sevgili peygamberim.
Sen geldin, kız çocukları yeniden gülümsedi,
Köleler özgür oldu, hak yerini öğrendi.
Adaletle yürüdün, kimseyi hor görmedin,
En güzel ahlâksın sen, sevgili peygamberim.
Uhud’da canın yandı, dişin kırıldı ama,
“Ümmetim…” dedin yine, batarken can yarama.
Senin derdin ümmetti, bizimki dünya gamı,
Ne yüzle bakarız biz, sevgili peygamberim?
Senin adınla titrer, her gece kalbim, dilim,
Mekke'de yankı olur, her "Muhammed" dediğim.
Miracın hayâliyle, ağlar gözüm gecemim,
Yolundayım ben senin, sevgili peygamberim.
Ümmetin çok uzaklaştı, senin sünnet izinden,
Güldürmekle meşgulüz, ağlayan bir maziden.
Bir “sünnet” deyince gül, bir de “şefaat” dinden…
Ah ne hallere kaldık, sevgili peygamberim.
Bir hurma gölgesinde ağlayıp dua etsen,
O duan yeter bize, cennete bir biletken.
Yeter ki "ümmetimsin" de, başka muradım yokken,
Adını yazar kalbim, sevgili peygamberim.
Sensiz geçen her anım, eksik, yitik ve mahzun,
İsminle yanar yüreğim, her duamda sen bulun.
Kevser'de buluşalım, o kutlu gün utançsız,
Ben seni çok özledim, sevgili peygamberim…
MY DEAR PROPHET (P.A.S.)
Neither words nor words are enough to tell you,
It starts with your name, my love, a prayer with every letter.
You, who have been a mercy, have been a trace of light to the world.,
My dear is devoted to you, my dear prophet.
You were an orphan, but you were a lover, you were always in heaven,
When nur was born in Hira, cruelty was shaken, talim.
Gabriel brought love, knowledge of revelation to the world,
You were a light in the darkness, my dear prophet.
Idols have been overthrown with your word “La ilaha”,
Hearts were prostrate, love was filled with every eye.
Even the stone would cry for you, with your essence for orphans,
Your mercy is derya, my dear prophet.
You came, the girls smiled again,
Slaves became free, learned their rightful place.
You walked with justice, you didn't despise anyone,
You are the most beautiful morality, my dear prophet.
You got hurt in Uhud, your tooth was broken, but,
"My Ummah..." you said again, don't hurt yourself while sinking.
Your problem was the ummah, ours is the world gamut,
With what face do we look, my dear prophet?
It trembles with your name, every night my heart, my tongue,
There will be an echo in Mecca, every time I say "Muhammad".
With the dream of the miracle, my eyes are crying my night,
I am on my way to you, my dear prophet.
Your Ummah has moved far away from your Sunnah trail,
We are busy making you laugh, from a crying past.
When you say ”sunnah", laugh, and from the religion of ”intercession"…
Oh, what a state we are in, my dear prophet.
If you cry and pray in the shade of a palm tree,
That prayer is enough for us, as long as it's a ticket to heaven.
As long as you say "you are my ummah", when I have no other goals,
My heart writes your name, my dear prophet.
Every moment I spend without you is incomplete, lost and sad,
My heart burns with your name, find you in every prayer.
Let's meet in Kevser, that happy day without shame,
I have missed you so much, my dear prophet…
Kayıt Tarihi : 2.7.2025 11:00:00
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