Gufrani of Karaman Bashkisla
He was born in Başkışla village and settled in the center of Karaman. His father is Ferhat Efendi.
Although his real name was Ali, he used the pseudonym Gufrani. His family is famous as Koçak Dedeler in the center of Karaman. He started to sing poetry at the age of 15 and then stopped using instrumental poems.
Karaman lived in poverty in the center, although he was dominated by prosody and syllabic style poetry.
After studying in Başkılada primary school, he studied science in Haci İshak madrasah in the center of Karaman. He saw the War of Independence and wrote poems about Atatürk and the Liberation War.
Born in 1844 in the village of Başkışla, Gufrani passed away in Karamanda in 1926.
Theses were prepared on Gufrani and various studies were conducted. (see: Prof. Dr. Saim Sakaoğlu, Kenzi and Gufrani)
I hope that you will read a famous poem of our late poet full of stoning, advice and reproach, with insatiable pleasure:
IS ? YA!
Abandons his order keeps his river
Is it a servant with a dry case?
He sells religiousness to the public again
Such a man, can there be such a way!
Must be free from the original teke
The wound mixes with the load in the goat
Take it well, never stain
Would you be bald wearing a Kelden cap!
The person is never bought for loss
They say it is not azure all
If a muffid falls down a gold
Will it fall from that value and become a stamp!
Abandonment should be enthusiastic and serve
The bee should be a lesson
It should taste a flavor from each flower
If we say honey, wouldn't it be honey!
If he has no news, he is trying hard
Such a delicious half bun
Stump anchor with broken shovel
Do you have two pairs of mules?
If the world is heaven, it will bore the man
Comfortable man does not cut the flavor
Cries even give the breast
Can you come to the place that does not call!
They say there is a way for each tea
They say two rivers become a flood
They say drop by drop becomes a lake
Even if it is a lake, would it be bahr-i nil!
Heart wants to be great than great
He wants to be a pilgrim with five or ten cents
He wants to be a teacher after fifty
Card is a fresh branch from the tree!
Do not be too young, no advice
Self-engine never fit brave
If a wolf in the herd doesn't get spoiled, a push
Is this a nice native yal to him?
Don't show the lamb to the lamb
Good mansion does not go anywhere
Doesn't run from horse to hound
Is it sackcloth with atlas buckles!
He can never say the word without a gala
There is no ingenuity, a face
He has never seen the school and his eyes on the podium
Can you be a branch without saying Elif Ba!
Say sweet, don't hurt Fatma
Aren't the ones who do not mind
Good recognition bait you ate the sinking
Will there be raft everywhere stray!
Neither go forward nor e