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Dursun Ali Erzincanlı 52 Gün Var English Translation

If Allah, the Rabb of the entire universe, sends a Prophet…

HE first announces this with the stars…

Three stars are born around the moon…

These three stars announce the good news to the whole universe…

The stars are going to be born one last time…

Like news after another news, the divine light following another light…

They will tell the good news about our last and beloved Prophet…


There are 52 days left…


Sadness and happiness are one within the other in the house of happiness (house of Rasulullah Aleyhis Salatu Was Salaam).

The mother of all mothers are waiting for a consolation.

She is waiting for her pearl with sorrowful eyes since she just lost her husband…

Maybe she hears that little heart’s beating…

Maybe she is crying because he is not going to have a father when he is born…

But Hadhrat Aamina is aware of the mercy she carries.


And preparations are being made beyond the stars…

There are birds…

They are going a long way…

The birds are far away from the world, but they are coming closer at a fast pace…


There are 52 days left!


A disaster in Mecca happens!

The governor of Yemen, Abraha is going to attack the Kaaba.

They took 200 camels from Abdul Muttalib.

The leader of Mecca wants his camels back.

The Owner of the Kaabah protects the Kaabah.

Abraha is angry, he says:

No one can protect it against me!

The old man of Quraysh says the last word:

I am not going to be stuck in between! Here you are! Here it is!


There are 52 days left.


The folk of Mecca climb up to the mountains.

Mecca is evacuated.

The Haram Sharif is fortified…

Abdul Muttalib is so upset…

The old man of Quraysh holds on to the Kaabah’s circle.

The One, protect the ones whose immunity have fallen…

Protect the Kaabah and the Kaabah’s people…

Then he also climbs a mountain…

The cover of the Kaaba is left there…

A multicolored cover made in Yemen…

The house of happiness is alone, the station of Ebrahim.

Hijri Ismail, Hajre aswad and the Kaaba are all alone.

And birds (Abaabeels), created to fly… .

Obvious from their feet,that they will never land.

The birds are getting closer to the world..


There are 52 days left.


Abraha’s army is at the valley of Muhassab…

A giant elephant leads them at the front…

And sixty thousand miserable people follow it…

They are taking action to destroy the Kaabah.

Before the elephant takes a step Tufayl, the advisor of Abraha comes closer and whispers something…

”You mammoth, go back to the place where you came from safe and sound.

Because you are in a place which is made untouchable by Allah.”

And Tufayl also goes back to the mountains.

And the elephant kneels down.

You can see a fight going on among the soldiers. They wonder why the elephant is not standing up.

It runs when it is directed to the opposite way, but it stops and kneels when it is directed to the Kaabah.

They put sharp irons in it’s nose to make it stand up and walk, but it never stands up.

Then a darkness shows up in the sky around Yemen…

It’s like a dark cloud…

A darkness approaching from the sea…

Eyes are opened wide with terror…

Faces show terror..

A voice says: ”Look if you can stand it!”

Because Ababeels are raining down!

They are the birds that were never seen in the world before!

The big ones, the small ones, all in different groups..

They follow each other like wild animals…

In their beaks and claws are stones made from dirt…

Their wings are snow white…

On their heads is a writing…

Al-QAHHAR (The One who prevails over all creation)

For torment, they were created.

Here the torment starts…

Abraha and his army…

and stones raining on them…

The stones which can take their fossil hearts out…


There are 52 days left;


The Kaabah is not left alone, The Kaabah is not without an Owner…

And the Kaabah screams:

Where is your army? You were too proud.

Is there a place you can escape? Where you can go?

ALLAH is the One Who will be following you!

Today, everyone in this army is going to have their share of this torment.

Abraha is defeated, ALLAH always wins.

We know that you will find yourselves in flames when it’s all done.

”ALLAH is the best planner.”


Ya Rabb, if a person like Abraha gathers his army and attempt attacking Your possessions…

we beg You, please don’t send Ababeels again.

Do not send Your birds of torment until there is no one with the love of Islam in his heart left in the world…

Today, Ababeels should watch us just like how the folk on mountains watched them in a state of fear…

And the earth should hear us…

We are the protectors of the Kaabah!

Because we are the Ummah of Muhammad (SAW)


The Kaabah is waiting for the Sultan of hearts while Ababeels are leaving Mecca.

The mother of all mothers is waiting for her rose.

There are 52 days left!






Dursun Ali Erzincanli’s ”Adın Geçer” poem with English Subtitles.

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Dursun Ali Erzincanlı – Badr (Bedir) Poem English Translation

Get ready, we are setting off on a long journey.
We are going back to Age of Peace.
(the period which Hadhrat Muhammed (PBUH) lived in)
Say ”Bismillah” then go to Badr.
Angels are above the sky, you are on the ground.
Wait in silence.
Look at them carefully when they come.
They are the bravest valiants of their time and of all times.
They are stars in the sky and lions on the ground.
They were 125,000 bodies but only one soul, Muhammedi soul.
Lions left Medinah.
Badr’s lions were on the way.
Look, Mus’ab ibn Umayr.
A lion’s child.
Rasulullah will reject him as he is young.
But Mus’ab ibn Umayr cries in such a way that the Prophet allows him.
O Sa’d ibn Abi Waqqas!
Go and tie your brother’s sword.
He is short. He can’t wear it.
Hamza ibn Abd al-Muttalib has two swords on his waist.
Every step he takes, stops a heart.
O, Hamza!
it’s true that you are never scared of what you see.
But keep your solemnity private.
Your walking scares death.

Listen to the Sultan of worlds.
Even wind is quiet when he talks.
O, Ashab! Are you ready?
Sa’d ibn Mu’adh says:
”Ya Rasulallah thanks to Allah,
Who sent you with the right way
if you show us the sea and dive
we will dive with you.
Walk us with the blessings of Allah.”

The one who is glorious, the one who is the beloved one of Allah smiles!
When he smiles, the thirsty ones are saved from their thirst.
Roses blossom in hearts. Everyone forgets about their grief.
He smiles and they walk.
Sufferings in Mecca were finished they were walking!
They were like stars on the ground.
They had the sun in front of them.
Umar (Omar) and Ali one of them, the son of Hattab, the one who never gives up.
And together they are approaching death.

Fathers and sons are fighting in Badr.
Brothers are fighting in Badr.
Mecca’s polytheists want three valiants first.
Show three valiants to us, they say.
Angels are looking at the Sultan of the worlds
Who will the Sultan Rasul choose?
Because when he points at a place, the moon splits in two.
I wonder who his blessed hands will reach.
”Stand up, O Abu Ubayda! Stand up O Hamza. Stand up O Ali.”
Did you see the valiants?
Did you see Hamza? He is going there with no concern.
What about Ali? It’s like he is coming from above, father of the Awliyahs.
Abu Ubayda is injured from his leg.
He goes to his Efendi.
”Ya Rasulallah, am I a martyr?”, he asks.
”Yes, you are a martyr.”

And the greatest Efendi prays
He reaches his hands to Ar-Rahim.
O my Allah, grant me what You have promised me.
O my Allah, if this small band of Muslims perishes
there will be no one left who can worship You on earth.
A storm comes out in Badr.
A thousand angels under the command of Hadrath Mika’il stands to the right of Rasulullah.
A storm comes out in Badr.
A thousand angels under the command of Hadrath Israfil stands to the left of Resulullah.
And one more storm comes out!
Hadrath Jibril stands in front of the Rasulullah with a thousand angels.
Three thousand angels with multicolored horses.

They are coming back from Badr.
There is our Prophet’s uncle Hadrath Abbas among the captives.
It’s midnight. Captives’ hands are tied.
Abbas’ hands are tied tight.
There is a groan in the night.
Our Prophet of mercy can’t sleep.
Ya Rasulallah, why can’t you sleep?, Sahabah ask.
”My uncle’s groan doesn’t let me sleep.”
The chosen Sahabi unties the Uncle of Prophet’s hands.
Our Prophet gives an order when he finds out.
Untie the hands of all captives.
They turn back from Badr.
The Prophet’s son-in-law is among the captives.
He is going to be freed in return for ransom money.
A necklace is handed to Allah’s Rasul.
Your daughter Zainab sent it as a ransom for her husband.
The merciful Prophet’s eyes were filled with tears.
Because that necklace was gifted to his daughter by Khadija.
Nabi (PBUH) speaks with tears in his eyes
”Can’t you free him and send that necklace back to Zainab?”
“Sure, O RasulAllah.
Don’t be sad!
You are more precious than our lives!
Here, we can sacrifice our own lives for you.
Just don’t be sad!”

They come back from Badr.
Their beloved ones pray.
They come back with the prayer of Prophet (PBUH)
We praise to Allah, Who helps His men, and value His religion.
We thank Allah, the Owner of the universe.
We thank Allah, the Owner of all worlds.

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