Hicri DEDE
Kirkuk 1880-1952
Dr. Shemsettin KUZECI
Hicri DEDE was born in 1880 in Kirkuk and died in 1952.Fristly he attended to the madrasah. He became the student of preacher master molla Rıza. For a while he profited from molla Rıza the master who was one of the scholars of Kirkuk. Before The First World War he has worked as a teacher in Kirkuk High School for nearly three years. After war had started he lost his job. As soon as war came to an end he started teaching in Kirkuk Primary School for a few years.
He became the chief editor of gazette the Kirkuk in 1927. Hicri Dede is accepted the greatest poet of Turkoman Literature in the twentieth Century. The characteristics of his literary personality and poems are related to the culture, art and folklore of his land. Poems of Hicri Dede have been published in the newpapers and reviews such as Havadis(news), Kirkuk, Afak(horizons), Kardeslik(brotherhood).Besides he has written pems in persian language.
Publications:
*Souvenir of Hicri, Baghdat, 1329
*Vigilance of Nation, Intibah-ı Millet Kirkuk,1333
*Present of Suleyman( Persain) Baghdat 1335
*Anthology(Persian) Baghdat 1342
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FATHER GURGUR
Oh old imam, ancient centre, father Gurgur the khan
Oh glittered spreading of our city father Gurgur
O our blessed visiting place dear father Gurgur
We have a trouble please you solve father Gurgur
In Kerkuk we’ve a father and so has grandfather
We’ve a rich father and a poor grandfather
We’ve the master of singers and a starange wine glass besides
From now on we oly drink wine drunk father Gurgur
O the golden treassure, expert of spritual guides
We’ ve visited you for a long time with love
Show a miracle to enemies to day
Take care of your cityzens for a while father Gurgur
If scientists, comittee of experts explain you
Wealso have rights about this land and chiefs
Our legah share should be given to us
Bestrow a fever upon to your real people
So many art experts travel around
Selected bright headed, educated men
Here real reatives are forced timidly
Do a fever about rights of ruined men, it’suitable father Gurgur
O the bewitched torch of heaven raising in our hearts
In city where bright heads live, goal is denied
Kings also admire his sprituality
World’s beloved, sultan of his citizens father Gurgur
There’s such a treasure under your skin
This treasure never comes to an end, increases regularly
Your treasure can’t be fit into real estate of earth
You need a different fate father Gurgur
You’ll secure our future surely
You should act graciously to your real people
Your people serve you also with their hearts
However don’t be hopeless and scattered father Gurgur
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FORTRESS OF KIRKUK
O old well shaped, big fortress where there’re lots of gun carriages
Memory of the thousands years, the greatest fortress
O corporal sound of huge splendid statue
Inside you so many dervishes of Yunus are hidden
You also thrown out thousands of Yunus in your prison
You’re the grave of holy corpses of kings
You stole thousands of kings and made them away
Your age is too young, don’t suppose you can runaway
Thousands of years passed this is the lenght of your life
Now material of wisdom is made of pearl’s mother
