LAST STOP
	These are the moving facts that Yunus tells, Where his blend of butter and honey jells. Not salt, but jewelry is what he sells --- These goods he hands out to the populance.

Our short journey through Yunus' life and works is over. I hope that you have gained from this journey and you will come back again to refresh your memories.

I would like to conclude with a poem from a book of poetry dedicated to Yunus Emre; perhaps he will hear the voice of the poet, Yahya Akengin, and come over to visit us:

A Claimed Tomb of Yunus Emre

Gel GOr Bizi Yunus Emre Dar KalIplar iCinde dar boGazlara saptIk Beynimizi kemiren bir CaGdayIk artIk Kur$una dizildi gOnlUmUz insanlIk adIna Kurtulu$ arayIp maddeye taptIk, UygarlIk adIna Bizden iCre bizi unuttukCa Duyu$larImIza aGu katan dU$Unceler, Gel gOr bizi ta$ eyledi YayIlsa biryol nefesin KOrelmi$ gOnUl-gOzlerine ilaC olurdu Bir yol bulup girse iCimize sesin Insan olma kIvancI, Ba$ImIza tac olurdu Ruhsuz ellerde Canlar acI acI Hep ilim adIna CaldI Gel gOr bizi bo$ eyledi CIksam doruklara sorsam Hangi ufuklardan gOrdU Yunus Emre'm YeryUzU cennetinde TUba DallarInI. Karde$lik mu$tularIyle her gUne girsem Pusu diye dU$Unmesem her yarInI $imdi dostluk, OzgUrlUk InsanlIk adIna robotlar bOlUk bOlUk Gel gOr, gOnlUmUzU kI$ eyledi. [21]

Come and See What Has Happened to Us Yunus Emre!

We have turned to narrow straits in narrow thinking;
In this age we eat our brains.
Our passion is executed by firing squads
And we worship material as a savior
In the name of civilization.
   
As we have begun to forget our innerselves,
The thoughts that color our feelings
Turned us into stones;
Come and see what has happened!

If your 'nefes' spread to our world,
It would heal the blinded eye of passion.
If your voice found a way to enter us,
Our gratitude for being human
Would be a crown upon our heads.   

In inanimate souls the bells cry
For the name of science.
It emptied us.
Come and see what has happened!  

What if I climbed the summits;
To ask which horizons showed Yunus Emre
The branches of the trees of Paradise on the Paradise of Earth?
What if I enter every day with news of friendship?
What if I would not think every day as a new trap?

Now friendship, independence.
For the sake of humanity, groups of robots
Turned our passion into winter.   
Come and see what has happened!
" (translation by the author)