Ünal Ağbi Şiiri - Sıcak Rüzgar

ÜNAL AĞBİ

Yaylanın yüreği, köyün can özü,
Derman arayanın bulduğu gözü.
Bir omuzdur nice yükü taşıyan,
Sessizce ağlayıp yine de yaşatan.

Adını duysan huzurla dolar ev,
Gönlü dualarla örülmüş bir cevher.
Geceyi gündüze katıp yorulmaz,
Yürekten seven, hizmetten yılmaz.

Motorlar durur, sular kesilirse,
Koşar en önde, derdi kimse bilmezse.
Telefonlar susmaz, mesajlar yağar,
Ünal ağbi yetiş derler, herkes arar.

Cenaze varsa ilk o var orda,
Bir el omuzda, bir yürek duada.
Kimse sormaz "yoruldun mu" diye,
O hep dimdik durur, bakar ileriye.

Kırılır belki ama kırmaz kimseyi,
Gönlünde saklar her buruk sesi.
Ne kin tutar, ne incitir sözü,
O hep tebessümle taşır yükü.

Bayrak sevdasıyla çarpan bir kalp,
Hilali görünce parlar gözleri bak.
Dava için susar, hizmet için var,
Ne makam ne şan, o sadece yar.

Bazen yalnız kalır, sesi duyulmaz,
Feryadı içinde, dışa taşmaz.
Ama bir el arasa hal hatır diye,
O gönül gül olur, açar sevgiyle.

Dernek başkanlığını bıraksa bile,
Köylünün gönlünde tahtı ebedîyle.
Çünkü onun adı güven, özü vefa,
Onun varlığı köyde en büyük safa.

Akıllı, becerikli, eli kolu uzun,
İş çıkarır sabırla, söylenmeden, suskun.
Şikâyet etmez, sitem nedir bilmez,
Sorun değil, çözümdür onun dilinde hep.

Ve şimdi gönülden bir dua yükselir:
Rabbim bu güzel yüreği hep korusun,
Yoluna nur, hanesine huzur dolsun.
Her hizmetini hayra yazsın deftere,
Emeklerini zayi etmesin bir kere.
Geçmişlerine rahmet, geleceğine nur,
Gönlündeki dilekleri eylesin huzur.
Sen çalış Ünal Ağbi, biz dua edelim,
İsmin dillerde, sevdan gönüllerde yer edelim. Âmin.

UNAL AGBI

The heart of the plateau, the essence of the village,
Derman is the eye that the caller found.
It is a shoulder that carries a lot of burden,
Cry quietly and keep it alive anyway.

If you hear his name, the house will be filled with peace,
A gem whose heart is knitted with prayers.
He adds the night to the day and does not get tired,
Loving from the bottom of his heart, he is indomitable from service.

If the engines stop, the water stops,
He runs in the front, he would say, if no one knows.
The phones don't stop, the messages rain down,
They say grow up Unal agbi, everyone is looking.

If there is a funeral, he is there first,
A hand on the shoulder, a heart in prayer.
No one asks "are you tired",
He always stands up straight, looks forward.

Maybe it will break, but it won't break anyone,
He hides every bitter sound in his heart.
He does not hold a grudge, nor does his word hurt,
He always carries the burden with a smile.

A heart that beats with the love of the flag,
Look at the eyes that shine when you see the crescent moon.
He is silent for the case, he exists for the service,
No position, no glory, it's just yar.

Sometimes he stays alone, his voice is not heard,
In his cry, he does not overflow outwards.
But if he was looking for a hand, hal would remember,
That heart becomes a rose, opens with love.

Even if he leaves the presidency of the association,
In the heart of the peasant, his throne is forever.
Because his name is trust, his essence is loyalty,
His presence is the biggest safa in the village.

Smart, resourceful, long-arm,
He does the work patiently, unspoken, taciturn.
He does not complain, he does not know what a reproach is,
It's not a problem, it's always the solution in his language.

And now a prayer rises from the heart:
My Lord, may you always bless this beautiful heart,
Light his way, may peace be filled in his household.
Let him write every service for good in the notebook,
Do not waste your efforts once.
Mercy for their past, light for their future,
May the wishes of your heart rest in peace.
You work, Brother Unal, let's pray,
Let's place your name on the tongues, in the hearts of lovers. Amen.

Sıcak Rüzgar
Kayıt Tarihi : 15.5.2025 11:41:00