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Give up the friend world, come to the prophet This world is mortal, the end is at the end. Make your full confession, go and give to Haydere, go and give to Haydere, Ali is the hand of God, the fur is in his hand. Hasan is dressed in green, he comes from the West, Husayn is red, he is his essence, If you say a greeting, from the presence of God, Your crane-opened arm, he is on the way. Light three lamps, let it be from the West, Let Zeynel's oil be the wick of copper, Let Ja'far's light be the light of love, Notice the straight path, its secret is in this. Let Musa Kazim stay, to pray with you, Come to Khorasan with Ali Rıza, With Taki Naki, you reach God, Muhammad ul Emin, know that he is in the soul. Hasan ul Asker, the rose is waiting, Mehdi planted flowers in the cave, Let supplications be said, let wishes be made, Hatice Fatima, the lamp is in the light. If I were a crane, I would fly, I would turn the sky, Receive the news from God, be a servant of the three divine beings, Aliyer Mürteza, the king of the saints, Selman and Kamber are always in the light. Hacı Bektaş is the essence, the beginning of the path. Pir Sultan, Nesimi, Hallac are his age. He is the cornerstone in the sky you turn, Your name is not there, your tongue is in him. Lyrics-Composition: isimiyok Prepared by: Bahar Turhan