🍎Bahrî : The Ocean Bird

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ The Lyricist (Poet): Yûnus Emre (13th Century Mystic Poet / Sufi Ozan) The Creative Directors & Executive Producers: BlueWhale & Halûk Derinöz The Arrangers & Prompt Engineers: ChatGPT & Gemini (AI) Can dostlar The Orchestra & Session Musicians: SUNO Cover Art: Fabio Zanchetta All Music: Copyright © 2026 Haluk Derinöz Copyright © 2026 BlueWhale All Rights Reserved ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 🌹English Lyrics Below ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Bu eser; BlueWhale ve Haluk Derinöz’ün ortak imzasını taşıyan "13. Yüzyıldan 20. Yüzyıla Bektaşi Şairleri" projesinin bir parçasıdır. Projemiz; Anadolu mayasını oluşturan, 72 milleti bir gören evrensel insanlık öğretilerini ve kalbin hakikatini modern müzikal formlarla dünyaya anlatmayı amaçlayan uçsuz bucaksız bir deryâdır. This piece is part of the project "Bektashi Poets from the 13th to the 20th Century," bearing the joint signature of BlueWhale and Haluk Derinöz. Our project is a boundless ocean aiming to convey the universal teachings of humanity—which embrace all nations as one—and the ultimate truth of the heart to the world through modern musical forms. 🌷🌹🕯️ [Intro] [Sparse isolated melancholic piano chords. A very distant French horn slowly emerges. Low atmospheric strings gently bloom beneath, leaving the entire mid-frequency spectrum open for the vocal.] [Verse 1] Benim o aşk bahrîsi, denizler hayrân bana, Deryâ benim damlamdır, zerreler ummân bana. Kaf Dağı zerrem değil, ay ve güneş bana kul, Aslım Hak’tır şüphe yok, mürşittir Kur’ân bana. [Verse 2] [Minimal piano continues. The French horn answers only between vocal phrases from a great distance.] Çünkü dosta gider yolum, ezel mülküdür yurdum, Aşk’tan söyler bu dilim, Aşk oldu seyrân bana. Yok idi bu gök kubbe, vâr idi o pâdişâh, Ah bu aşk elinden ah, dert oldu dermân bana. [Chorus] [The emotional summit. Wide cinematic strings gently expand in the upper register while deep sub-bass breathes beneath. Ethereal backing voices support from the edges without masking the lead vocal.] Âdem yaratılmadan, can kalıba girmeden, Şeytana lânet edilmeden, Arş idi seyrân bana. Diledi göre yüzün, işite kendi sözün, Nazar kıldı bir kez, anda cân verdi bana. [Verse 3] [Everything withdraws. Only sparse piano, distant ambience and the intimate bass-baritone remain.] Yaratıldı Mustafa, yüzü gül, gönlü safâ, O kıldı Hak’ka vefâ, ondandır ihsân bana. Âşık dilin bilmeyen, ya delidir ya dinsiz, Ben kuş dilin bilirim, söyler Süleymân bana. [Final Verse] [Neo-classical piano returns with soft French horn responses. Quiet orchestral warmth gradually surrounds the voice while preserving complete lyrical clarity.] Yûnus Emrem bu yolda eksikliğin bildirir, Sarhoş olup çağırır, dervişlik bühtân bana. [Outro] [All instruments gradually dissolve into silence. Only one distant French horn echo remains. Gravelly whispered invocation.] Hü… Hü… Hü… Hü Dooost… [One final soft piano note. Long natural concert hall reverb slowly disappears into absolute silence.] [End] ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Bahrî - The Ocean Bird I am that ocean of Love, the seas are in awe of me, The vast ocean is but a drop to me, and atoms are a universe to me. Mount Qaf is not even a speck of mine, the moon and sun are servants to me, My essence is the Ultimate Truth, no doubt, and the Quran is the guide to me. For my path leads to the Beloved, the eternal realm is my homeland, This tongue of mine speaks of Love, and Love has become a vision to me. This celestial dome did not exist, yet that Sovereign was present, Ah, because of this Love, ah, the pain has become a cure to me. Before Adam was created, before the soul entered the mold, Before the Devil was cursed, the Divine Throne was a sight to me. He desired to see His own face, to hear His own word, He glanced but once, and in that moment, gave life to me. Mustafa was created, with a smiling face and a pure heart, He kept faith with the Truth, and from him comes this grace to me. He who knows not the language of the lover is either a madman or faithless, I know the language of the birds, Solomon speaks to me. Yunus Emre confesses his shortcomings on this path, Intoxicated, he cries out: "To call me a dervish is a slander to me." Hü, Hü, Hü... Hü Dooost... 🌷🌹🕯️