Nihat İle Hatice Şiiri - Ömer Çağlın

NİHAT ile HATİCE

Bir sevda yazılmış kader defterine,
Sevmek neydi, bir omuza yaslanmak,
Nihat durmuş Hatice’ye bir çınar,
Sevmek neydi, bir omuza yaslanmak.

Nihat sever; incitmeden, kırmadan,
Sözü sükût, yüreği hep sabırdan,
Hayat vurmuş, yılmamış hiç yolundan,
Kanaatle büyütmüş aşkını candan.

Mücadele yoldaşı olmuş ekmeği,
Evi sade, gönlü zengin yüreği,
Eşini üzmemiştir bir kereyi,
Adam gibi taşımış sevmek yükünü.

Hatice’dir adı; çileyle yoğrulmuş,
Genç yaşında dalı kırık, boynu bükük,
Gurbet, yalnızlık alnına yazılmış,
Nihat’ta sığınak bulmuş, çiçek açmış.

Hatice olmak zordur, bilen bilir,
Fedakârlık her nefeste yer alır,
Ama Hatice olana gönül gelir,
Çünkü Hatice sevince diyar olur.

Evin başı yalnız kalmış ilk zaman,
Yâr uzakta, hasret çökmüş akşamdan,
Kayınbaba evinde sessiz figan,
Sabır ile kurulmuş bu yuvadan.

Geceyle gündüz gibi tamamlayan,
Ekmek ile su misali bağlanan,
Nihat ile Hatice bir can olan,
Sevdanın en temiz hâliyle kalan.

Betül doğmuş kökü sağlam fidandan,
Ağırbaşlı, edepli, aklıyla can,
Elindekiyle yetinmeyi bilen insan,
Allah açık eylesin bahtını her an.

Ayşe gelir; söz net, duruş dosdoğru,
Babadan miras mertlik, özü doğru,
Ne tereddüt bilir ne eğri yolu,
Dik durur, hak bildiğin söyler doğru.

Çile yoğurmuş bu iki gül fidanı,
Zorluklardan güç almış her bir yanı,
Yarınlara çınar olur her biri,
Mazluma gölge olur dallar hali.

Ocakları tütsün daim huzurla,
Aşları pişsin bereket, şükürle,
İyilere denk gelsin her yolları,
Yuvaları dolsun nurla, sabırla.

Bu dua bizden size armağandır,
Bu sözler kalpten çıkan nişandır,
Nihatla Hatice sevdada destandır,
Yazdı bunu Mahrumi, candan candır.

NIHAT AND HATICE

A love written in the book of fate,
What was love, leaning on a shoulder,
Nihat stood like a mighty tree for Hatice,
What was love, leaning on a shoulder.

Nihat loves; without hurting, without breaking,
His words are silence, his heart is always full of patience,
Life has struck him, but he has never given up,
He has nurtured his love with contentment and from the bottom of his heart.

His bread has become his companion in struggle,
His home is simple, his heart is rich,
He has never upset his wife even once,
He has carried the burden of love like a true man.

Her name is Hatice; molded by suffering,
Her branch is broken, her neck bowed in her youth,
Exile and loneliness are written on her forehead,
She found refuge in Nihat, and blossomed.

It's hard to be Hatice, those who know, know,
Sacrifice is present in every breath,
But the heart comes to the one who is Hatice,
Because Hatice becomes a land of love.

The head of the house is left alone at first,
The beloved is far away, longing has settled in since evening,
Silent lament in the father-in-law's house,
From this home built with patience.

Completing like night and day,
Bound like bread and water,
Nihat and Hatice are one soul,
Remaining with the purest form of love.

Betül is born from a sapling with strong roots,
Dignified, polite, with a mind and soul,
A person who knows how to be content with what she has,
May God open her fortune at every moment.

Ayşe comes; her words are clear, her stance is upright,
Inherited bravery from her father, her essence is true,
She knows neither hesitation nor the crooked path,
She stands tall, she speaks the truth as she knows it.

These two rose saplings, forged in hardship,
Each one drawing strength from difficulties,
Each one will become a mighty tree for tomorrow,
Their branches will provide shade for the oppressed.

May their hearths always burn with peace,
May their meals be cooked with abundance and gratitude,
May all their paths lead to good people,
May their homes be filled with light and patience.

This prayer is a gift from us to you,
These words are a token from the heart,
Nihat and Hatice's love is an epic,
This was written by Mahrumi, from the depths of his soul.

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Kayıt Tarihi : 30.1.2026 13:30:00