Şâhidî, 16. yüzyıl şairleri arasında yer almaktadır. Osmanlı devletinin uzak bir eyaleti olan Mısır’da hayatını sürdürmüştür. Şâhidî, Gülşenî tarikatına intisap etmiştir ve Gülşenîliğe gönülden bağlıdır. Kendisini âşık ve Melami olarak zikreder. Ancak o, mutasavvıf şairler arasında yer almaz. Nitekim şiirlerinde Gülşenîliği ve fikirlerini yayma amacı taşımaz. Sade bir dille samimi ve canlı bir ifadeyi yakalayan şair, Fuzûlî’den ziyade şiir sultanı olarak gördüğü Bâkî’nin etkisi altındadır ve onun üslubunu benimsemiştir. Bilinen tek eseri Dîvân’ıdır. Dîvân’ında 248 şiir bulunmaktadır. Bu şiirlerden 236’sı gazeldir. 9 şiir kaside nazım şekliyle yazılmıştır. Bu nazım şekillerinden başka müseddes nazım şekli ile kaleme alınan 3 şiir mevcuttur.

Dört bölümden meydana gelen bu çalışma, Şâhidî Dîvânı’nın Latin harfleriyle transkripsiyonunu ve diliçi çevirisini içermektedir. I. Bölüm Şâhidî’nin Hayatı, Edebî Kişiliği ve Dîvân’ı başlığını taşımaktadır. II. Bölümde ise yazma nüshanın tanıtımı yapıldıktan sonra metnin kuruluşunda takip edilen yöntem izah edilmiştir. Devamında Dîvân’ın transkripsiyonu ve diliçi çevirisine geçilmiştir.

Metinde geçen bazı özel adlar, sözler, kavramlar ve tabirlerle ilgili açıklamalara ve açıklamaların dizinine III. Bölümde yer verildi. IV. Bölüm metinde geçen bütün kelimeleri içeren “Dizin”den oluşmaktadır. Çeşitli sözlüklerden istifade edilerek hazırlanan “Dizin”de kelimelerin anlamı eser bağlamında verildi. Dîvân nüshasının tıpkıbaskısı kitabın sonuna ek olarak ilave edildi.

“The title of Salman Rushdie’s famous essay, which later formed the title of a book of essays by him, ‘Imaginary Homelands’, is based on one side of a common and age-old perception of home: we make it in the mind or the imagination. Ordinary language has versions of it too: home is where the heart is, I don’t feel at home in my own town/country, this is my spiritual home, etc. On the other hand, there is a physical aspect to home too – ranging from walls associated with ancestral property or parents or some other such inheritance, and extended, through the imagining of communities, as Benedict Andersen would phrase it, sometimes to a land, a country, even a nation. To say that any one of these broad definitions of home is wrong is to cut off large sections of humankind: those who do not belong where they live or those who cannot return to where they used to live. To feel at home and to live at home are both valid cravings, and though they do not necessarily overlap, neither can be dismissed in favour of the other” Tabish Khair

Home in Western Language is a compilation of selected papers presented at the 7th BAKEA Symposium, 2021. In the time of the pandemic, when home has acquired more meanings, this book reads the idea of home and explores its connotations as presented in different genres and ages of English, American, French and literatures.

From times immemorial, literature has accumulated a large and varied store of all kinds of general ideas and conceptions, material and metaphysical, to which the masters have recourse the moment the over-exacting and over-restless human voice begins to be heard. This is exactly the point. Tchekhov himself, a writer and an educated man, refused in advance every possible consolation, material or metaphysical. Not even in Tolstoi, who set no great store by philosophical systems, will you find such keenly expressed disgust for every kind of conceptions and ideas as in Tchekhov. He is well aware that conceptions ought to be esteemed and respected, and he reckons his inability to bend the knee before that which educated people consider holy as a defect against which he must struggle with all his strength. And he does struggle with all his strength against this defect. But not only is the struggle unavailing; the longer Tchekhov lives, the weaker grows the power of lofty words over him, in spite of his own reason and his conscious will. Finally, he frees himself entirely from ideas of every kind, and loses even the notion of connection between the happenings of life. Herein lies the most important and original characteristic of his creation. Anticipating a little, I would here point to his comedy, The Sea-Gull, where, in defiance of all literary principles, the basis of action appears to be not the logical development of passions, or the inevitable connection between cause and effect, but naked accident, ostentatiously nude. As one reads the play, it seems at times that one has before one a copy of a newspaper with an endless series of news paragraphs, heaped upon one another, without order and without previous plan. Sovereign accident reigns everywhere and in everything, this time boldly throwing the gauntlet to all conceptions. In this, I repeat, is Tchekhov’s greatest originality, and this, strangely enough, is the source of his most bitter experiences. He did not want to be original; he made super-human efforts to be like everybody else: but there is no escaping one’s destiny. How many men, above all among writers, wear their fingers to the bone in the effort to be unlike others, and yet they cannot shake themselves free of cliché—yet Tchekhov was original against his will! Evidently originality does not depend upon the readiness to proclaim revolutionary opinions at all costs. The newest and boldest idea may and often does appear tedious and vulgar. In order to become original, instead of inventing an idea, one must achieve a difficult and painful labour; and, since men avoid labour and suffering, the really new is for the most part born in man against his will.