He was born in the village of Çarmık, Bardız of Erzurum in 1928. He lost his ability to see in his childhood during a game. He’s married and has seven children. Şafak who earns his living by continuing the minstrel tradition, writes and tells his poems. His poems are published in different magazines and newspapers. He has a book named “Plashing Streams”.

I wrote a letter to the wind with my tears

I don’t know what it said to the winds, to you

I remember you hundred times a day

I don’t know what the strangers said to you

Did the color of the tulips become quince

Did the rose wind the embalming sting

Did the nightingale whisper to the violet

I don’t know what the roses said to you

There are stones on the bridge of life

There are tears in your soul

The hair began to fall down

I don’t know what the years said to you

Every being has an aim in his life

What he did made the people deal

Neither the people made palaces nor the birds, nests

I don’t know what the branches said to you

The kindness of a Mevlut is burnt many times

He is bored and disgusted with his soul

He traveled within the soul ground

I don’t know what the deserts said to you

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