Another new video to the most beautiful poems series. This time, the first work of Ömer Hayyam and the selected Rubaileri study | Voiced by: Gunay Akturk | His words are as follows. Poetry Listen and listen.
Thinking Matter - Günay Aktürk
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Omar Khayyam 19 Selected Rubai - Lyrics
Man should not despise the ground he steps on
Who knows which beautiful is which lover
Don't you have any adobe bricks you put on the wall?
It's either a king's head or a queen's hand.
Since there is no one in the world who values reason
Since the one with little mind has a lot of money
Bring that wine to our minds
Maybe he will like us like this
You have three or five days to live in this world
What are these shops, these mansions?
Does the house stand on this flood bed?
Can a candle burn in this windy place
You knew the secrets of life
You knew the secrets of death too
You have your mind today you don't know anything
What will you know tomorrow foolish
Wine you are my day sun
I'm so full that I'm drunk with you
When you see me on the street
What would that wine go where?
I am neither useful to the mosque nor to the synagogue.
Another dough, mine another yeast
I'm like a poor grumpy ugly bitch
I don't care about religion, neither heaven nor earth
If I eat my fast in Ramadan
Do not think that I am unaware of the blessed month
It's frustrating night becomes my day
I stay at sahur in the middle of the day
You can't reach the secrets of this world
You can't get the tongues of the Erens out either.
Better drink the wine, make this world a paradise
You can either enter the other heaven or not.
Who created me with care, you
You already wrote what to do.
So you're the one who sinned to me
So what is heaven and hell
Killing or keeping alive is your job.
You are the one who organizes this world
Let's say I'm bad, whose fault is it?
Aren't you the one who made me like this
A glass in one hand
It's halal, our business is haram
In this half-baked world
We are neither fully infidels nor fully Muslims.
I don't take my hand from the goblet anymore
I do not hold your book, pulpit
You're a dry softie, I'm a wet pervert
Do you burn well in hell or do I?
5 сен 2024
