ABDAL, PIR SULTAN (16TH CENTURY

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SCRIBE, WRITE THE SHAH ABOUT MY PLIGHT
I praise thy hand clever with the pen, Scribe, write the Shah about my plight. Thy sweet tongue deserves praises, Scribe, write the Shah about my plight. For God’s sake scribe, write it like it is, Night and day for the Shah I prayed. May this bloody Sivas lie in ruins, Scribe, write the Shah about my plight. My swan song is heard all over Sivas, Pine-covered hills are torn with strife. Separated from friends - I am distraught, Scribe, write the Shah about my plight. The trouble maker runs the place as he pleases, As deadly pallor settles on our rosy cheeks. The imposter laughs away carrying his base deeds, Scribe, write the Shah about my plight. Hey, Hizir Pasha! I’m called Pir Sultan Abdal, Burning with desire to see my kith and kin again, See, what destiny you’ve conjured up for me, Scribe, write the Shah about my plight.

I ASKED THE YELLOW CROCUS
I asked the yellow crocus Where do you spend the winter Dervish why should you ask I spend the winter underground

I asked the yellow crocus What do you eat underground Dervish why should you ask I eat the crumbs of God I asked the yellow crocus Why do you look so pale Dervish why should you ask The fear of God makes me tremble I asked the yellow crocus Have you a mother and a father Dervish why should you ask The earth’s my mother the rain’s my father I asked the yellow crocus Holding its staff with love Uttering the words of God The crocus too is a dervish Pir Sultan is (with) the believers His face glowing with holy light In the company of revered dervishes The crocus too is a dervish

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