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Dost Bahcesinin

Dost bahcesinin gülleri, CERRAHI'ler derle bize,
Pir evinin bülbülleri, CERRAHI'ler derle bize

Her dem baharda elimzi açılır nâre gülümüz
Demler döker şol dilmiz, CERRAHI'ler derler bize

Gece gündüz cünbüşleri, Hakkı zikretmek işleri,
PIR NUREDDIN dervişleri, CERRAHI'ler deler bize

Giyerler şal libasını silerler gönül pasını,
Duy FAHRI'nin nidasını, CERRAHI'ler derler bize

Roses of the Beloved's Garden

They call us Jerrahis, the roses of the beloved’s garden.
They call us Jerrahis, the nightingales of the house of Pir.
Our hand is always at Spring, our rosebud opens,
This heart of ours bleeds, they call us the Jerrahis.

Their entertainment day and night, is to remember Hakk (the Truth).
They call us the Jerrahis, the dervishes of Pir Nureddin.
They wear the garment of shawl, they clean the rust off their hearts,
Hear Fahri’s cry, they call us Jerrahis.