Thursday, May 12, 2022
An anonymous Dobruca (Romania) folk song:
I’m tired of arriving in Istanbul
I thought every beauty was my own
Beşiktaş in the middle of Istanbul
I have no mother, no father, no siblings.
I made my way to Istanbul
I got a problem for an unbelievable bell
Istanbul, expressed in the form of emotion, has turned into love in the language of poets. For Istanbul, the greatest poet of Azerbaijan, Bahatiya Vahabzadeh:
Gathered in one city
Two continents
The beginning of one
The end of one.
On the left, a ruin of its luxurious past,
Elevated to the sky
Mosques, forts, castles
Stopped for a thousand years.
For Ahmed Seva, one of the most important poets of Azerbaijan, Istanbul is not only the center of Turkey, but also the center of all Turks. Here are some of his lines expressing his sorrow for Istanbul in World War I:
Lord, do you not know my heart?
That you broke the live string of my outfit!
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Ah, pale face, thoughtful Istanbul!
Blue eyes, silky unconscious Istanbul!
He wrote in the form of poems in Istanbul
Sabir Rustemhanlio, one of the leading poets of Azerbaijan, describes the beauty of Istanbul:
The girls of Istanbul
Curl hair
I drowned in your eyes
Don’t look me in the face, honey
This time flowing from the reed
This smoke is flowing from summer
Time flows through the Bosphorus
Don’t be water, don’t flow, honey
It is one of those who transfers the string to the format.
He is known as the lover of Istanbul and in a few lines:
Don’t send, stay
Don’t ask me for a residence permit
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Ah Istanbul / Itri chapter
Let me be a loot
And with my Prizren dialect
Burn folk songs in my armpits
I wish a little
Don’t look so much
Gen Bexak, one of Kosovo’s best poets, who expressed and expressed his love for Istanbul at the highest level, many poets living outside of Anatolia sang many original poems for Istanbul.
There are some poets’ places in Istanbul:
In the nineteenth century
In June in that painful exile
Zehra was met in Istanbul
To his mother, father, sister
Like rebirth (Ahmet Merdevensi-Bulgaria)
The focal point of hope, like some poetic lines:
Year after year has knitted you like a needle
You are the most beautiful embroidery in the world I have ever seen
Bosphorus
If I say I love it, I shouldn’t run low income. (N. Akbayik Bulgaria)
Love ceases as its verses; Some poets:
Excellent mystery dead
Izmit that night
Excellent parents in Istanbul
Excellent fatmas in Yalova
Excellent Ayşecikler died
In Adapazari
Excellent Oktaylar at Cerenler Gölcük
One after another (Mumin Youssef Akin-Bulgaria)
As in his poems in the form of difficult days, some poets also say:
Sultanahmet, Topkapi, Dolmabahche
It has given Istanbul such a decoration
It wasn’t just any decoration
But Istanbul on the horizon
It was like a real paradise (Aladdin Ismail-Kosovo)
It is described as an angle from heaven, as in verse in verse form. Poets living outside of Anatolia have skillfully managed the love of Istanbul in many ways.
Beautiful Istanbul with all its beauty
Time to stay away
She has her hair down, she’s wearing a halo
She looked like a young girl (Aladdin Ismail-Kosovo)
Istanbul, compared to a young girl in its line:
Looking at Istanbul
The poet sees Istanbul differently (Refkey Crown-Kosovo)
Some poets, while displaying their worldview, say:
Saw Istanbul
Happy era, civilization holding hands
Saw Istanbul
He was riding his gray horse (Ali Said-Bulgaria)
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The flowers and cool of the island
Blue carpet marmara, your eyes
History is a deep secret in your heart
Istanbul I find in fairy tales (Hasim Akif-Bulgaria)
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Dad used to say Istanbul is the rose of history.
Serdengeçti date, legal birth
I have named this city Kabisthan
I have built the greatest mortar of love with poetry (Mehmet Sergeant-Bulgaria)
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I left Chamberlaitas
I’m with you again, my legendary city!
Each step has a history mark,
The smell of history in every handful of soil. (Sabri Ata-Bulgaria)
He has left his mark in poetry with his historical past in his line. Among poets living outside of Anatolia, Istanbul’s aspirations take on extreme proportions. Some poets:
I missed the flight of the plane screen by screen
I miss their landing in Istanbul every time (Fatma Rhodopolu-Bulgaria)
When someone says:
Riot of colors at the bottom of the water
Techmill has opened its sails on the horizon
Istanbul is settled
Like a ship with scales (Ozkar Yassin-TRNC)
In some forms:
Ah! If I could be round like a ball
If only I could go to Istanbul. (Wahit Ergin-Kosovo)
He expressed his desire for Istanbul with childish feelings. Some:
O babaoglu, babaoglu
Go to Istanbul
There in the courtyard of Fatih Mosque
Sit next to Gazi’s grave
Place a bunch of flowers
Kiss your blessed land
Kiss for us (Niazi Hussein Bahtiyar-Bulgaria)
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Every aspect of Istanbul fascinates me
I looked for Master Yahya Kamali on the street
I realized that there is not much to love about Istanbul.
It needs to be missed in the Balkan cities. (Ismail Sergeant-Kosovo)
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As the sun travels from Mashreq to Maghrib
Istanbul will have sultans of all cities (Ibrahim Alagoz Sabri-Bulgaria)
Let me join this caravan of poets with a portion of my Istanbul poetry:
O city of mosques
The light of the stars of the seven mountains
Legend at the Maiden Tower
Chains of beauties in the Bosphorus
Is your recipe possible?
What words are enough to praise. (Mehmet Yardimsi)