Wardrobe why do you groan?
I have pain so i groan
To Allah I felt in love
Therefore, I groan
My name is painful Wardrobe
Slowly flows my bourn
Such that my Lord ordered
I have pain so i groan
They found me at a montane
And broke my wing and arm
And deemed worthy to Wardrobe
I have pain so i groan
I am a mountain's tree
Neither sweet nor tasty
To God I am praying
I have pain so i groan
They cut from montane my pain
And converted my state to a ruin
I never get tired of writing poem
I have pain so i groan
I pull my water from low
Turn and pour to tall
All the time I praise my Lord
I have pain so i groan
Jonah who comes to world doesn't smile
Persona doesn't reach to his goal
At this mortal no one stays
I have pain so i groan
Written by Yunus Emre (Dervish Jonah)
Translation Onur Ünlü
Won't you wake up, you sleep since a long time
Migrated caravan we stayed on the edge of montane
Don't you have faith in, look calls bellman
Migrated caravan we stayed on the edge of montane
Pilgrimage responsible migrated long time ago
Muhammad is religion and faith to all
Ways are rough, without evidence can not be gone
Migrated caravan we stayed on the edge of montane
As a nightingale whistle in the garden of friends
Put your load with good deeds
To master's caravan become suffice
Migrated caravan we stayed on the edge of montane
Jonah why did you come to this world?
Night and day let your tongue praise God
If your way to prophets doesn't coincide
Migrated caravan we stayed on the edge of montane
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
With the mountains with the stones
Let me invite you Lord (Allah)
At the dawns with the birds
Let me invite you Lord
At the deep of water with the fishes
At the deserts with the roes
As a dervish by your name
Let me invite you Lord
At the sky by Jesus
At the montane by Moses
With the baton at my palm
Let me invite you Lord
In the sorrows by Prophet Job
Drops in eyes by Prophet Jacob
With the Muhammad beloved
Let me invite you Lord
By gratitude by praise
By your attribute indivise
Remembering you always
Let me invite you Lord
I know the world's case
I left the words and wares
Head open and barefoot
Let me invite you Lord
Jonah recites with tongues
With nighingales and doves
By God lover slaves
Let me invite you Lord
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
Climbing the irregular hillside where the air was hot,
In the middle of the montane forest,
The atmosphere was tropical and so too hot.
I started my climb hoping for better fresh air,
When suddenly I saw the most beautiful bird,
Flying towards the upper branches of rainbow eucalyptus.
It was not a small bird and was so colourful,
Solid bright blue color for its wings
And tail with split eye ring and bluish-white bill.
Its wings occasionally display a red tinge.
I was told that it is one of the most beautiful
Birds called Blue Bird of Paradise, and I’m sure
It must have descended from above with bliss.
Suddenly it hung upside down, wondering why.
It did not sing but uttered a soft buzzing noise.
Slowly it fanned its feathers, an attraction to another bird.
Soon I realized this was his way to start to mate.
Silently I tiptoed down the hill and hoped
He’ll be successful in his lovemaking.
summer sojourn
summer strolls the hills
green aspen leaves fluttering ~
wildflowers run wild
edelweiss wear white
high altitude’s sunflower ~
a wink and a smile
columbine rockets
burst like glitzy shooting stars ~
vibrant colors pop
fairy slippers grin
in deep hues of light pink blush ~
soft meadow magic
willows sway with winds
woodlilies bow low with grace ~
montane slow dances
7-27-22
like a white shadow a snowcapped day seized by an eerie calm
Thou thy lass of heart's desire
A bloom of Eden's Garden
From thou charm my soul thee mire
My love aught dare to pardon
I beseech thee unto marriage
With hands of ample adore
In ring we journey by carriage
Unto our heavenly door
Now in hand, a dwelling we share
Amidst a montane dingle
Adoring much the child we bear
Our love we lean to mingle
Amidst our eld of solitude
Our beauty transitory
With death we so strode to elude
As heaven raves our glory
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