ALİ ÖZARSLAN AĞBİ’ME
Vaktinde gelir, vaktinde gider,
İşten kaçmaz Ali, yükünü çeker.
Yorgun olsa bile yüzü güler,
Masa başında hep hazır Ali ağbim.
Mazeret hiç bilmez, şikâyet etmez,
Derdini taşır, kimseye sezdirmez.
Kalbi kırılır da sesini yükseltmez,
Allah’a havale eder Ali ağbim.
Gönlü geniştir, sofrası açık,
Çaya çağırır, gönüller sıcak.
Sözünde ölçü, hâlinde ahlak,
Sorun çözer, suskun durur Ali ağbim.
Zaman zor olsada, ortam dar olsada,
Ali olmak zor, yük ağır olsada;
Doğru yoldan hiç sapar mı asla,
Hak’tan yana dimdik durur Ali ağbim.
Ali demek; ilim, sabır demektir,
Adalet, edep, doğruyu bilmektir.
Bir ağbi gibi omuz vermektir,
Düşene el uzatandır Ali ağbim.
Biz düşersek affet, kusur görme sen,
Yol göster bize, incitme hemen.
Bu nağme gönülden sana yazılan,
Hürmettir, muhabbet kokar Ali ağbim.
Çağlın der ki: Ali Ağbimiz çok yaşa,
Mahrumi gönlüyle durur safça.
Ali’lere selam, canlar kurban ha,
Saygıyla eğilir başım Ali ağbim.
TO MY BROTHER ALI OZARSLAN
He arrives on time, he leaves on time,
Ali doesn't shy away from work, he carries his burden.
Even when tired, his face smiles,
My brother Ali is always ready at his desk.
He never makes excuses, he never complains,
He carries his troubles, but doesn't let anyone know.
Even when his heart is broken, he doesn't raise his voice,
He leaves it to God, my brother Ali.
His heart is big, his table is open,
He invites for tea, hearts are warm.
He has measure in his words, morality in his demeanor,
He solves problems, he remains silent, my brother Ali.
Even if times are difficult, even if the environment is narrow,
Even if being Ali is hard, even if the burden is heavy;
He never deviates from the right path,
He stands firm on the side of truth, my brother Ali.
To be Ali means; knowledge, patience,
Justice, manners, knowing the truth.
It's like being supported by an older brother,
It's extending a hand to those who fall, my brother Ali.
If we fall, forgive us, don't overlook our faults,
Guide us, don't hurt us immediately.
This melody is written for you from the heart,
It's respect, it smells of affection, my brother Ali.
Çağlın says: May our brother Ali live long,
He stands purely with his deprived heart.
Greetings to the Alis, our lives are sacrificed,
My head bows with respect, my brother Ali.
Kayıt Tarihi : 16.12.2025 15:12:00
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