He was the son of the imam of district Develi (previously Everek) of Kayseri.

He wrote his poems with prosody and consistent language following the old school of poetry. He succeeded especially in the poems of the minstrel tradition. He wrote good examples of praising and satiric poems.

My soul can give up you but not the lover

I’m declaring that myself is strong

Everyone listening to me may not understand myself

My words are smooth as the Sırat bridge

My words are not false, they are strong

False words melt like butter

Caravans may pass on them like the mountains

Do not think me as steep, I’m smooth

A traveler may not travel by fires

The hair clothes that the dervishes touch never burn

The sin burns in hell but not the men

I am the sin kohl eyed

I looked for Seyrani everywhere

I fell into this trouble with the real love

I made a curtain for my face with my sins

I am the black-faced in the court of my god

The one who found the steamer

The wind hoisting her sails, never knows his value

He is Süleyman who speak the unknown language

How may every Süleyman know the value of his language

There are different orders of every animal

Some surpass and some go at a jugtrot

The stinking crows who went into the dung-hole

The rose in the private garden, never knows the value

The great Seyrani’s troubles bent double

His tongue is helpless in his mouth

The prophet Davud is carefully examined

The string that cannot play the saz, never knows its value

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