Pir Sultan Abdal  
 

    There is no certain information about his life. He was born in the village of Banaz of Sivas. His real name is Haydar. He created his original language benefiting from the oral literature, without being affected by the Classical School of Poetry.

    What that murderous cruel have done

    Makes me wretched like the invisible nightingale

    Stones fell on me like rain

    A flip of a friend tear me into pieces

    I learnt who are the friends and enemies on my black day

    I had ten troubles now I have fifty

    I am put on the death order

    Let them hang or shoot me

    I am Pir Sultan Abdal, whose soul can’t rise into the air

    Only if god commands, the rain shall start

    The stones of the strangers never fell on me

    But the rose of a friend hurts me

    The soldiers lying at the bottom or at the top

    Come and take me from the hands of trouble

    Where can I go alone?

    The trouble had always found me where I went

    He worshipped with me

    He lied and deceitfully smiled at me

    He became the naked sword and appeared in the front

    He made me torn into pieces

    The whirlwind above us, is like the winter

    Like the bird in the baby-falcon’s handle

    Like a dream, vision in the early morning

    Making me cry, the trouble has taken me

    I am Pir Sultan Abdal, my soul is ill

    I cannot tell the one that my soul is mourning

    I don’t know if it’s a mad or an expert

    Made me fall into this love

    I, be the traveler and travel around this world

    The sun came down but still I cannot find a friend

    I read and write in own anxieties

    The sun came down but still I cannot find a friend

    I can’t even move my hands from my knees

    I don’t know if it’s the effect or it’s myself

    I poured my bloody tears from my eyes

    The sun came down but still I cannot find a friend

    The ring of this world is wrong

    I pity for my life that has passed

    I’m worn out and can’t live in conformity

    The sun came down, but still I cannot find a friend

    I, Pir Sultan, shall better dive into the ocean

    The ones that went never returned back

    I became an abdal and wore hair clothes sometimes

    The sun came down but still I cannot find a friend

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