Müslüman kardeþlerim,bugun nedir bu halin? Esaret altýndadýr,baksana her bir yerin, Sana reva mýdýr ki,sýzlýyor yaran derin, Ne zaman gelir Ya Rab,fetih dolu günlerin.
Hiç durmuyor kafirler,kuruyor planlarý, Soluklansak bir lahza,oynarlar oyunlarý, Üstünde deniyorlar,müslüman silahlarý, Nolur yeter Ya Hak,kahret zalim kullarý.
Nerde Papa Patrikler,girmiþler inlerine, Lanet olsun hepsinin,bozulmuþ dinlerine, Almaný Ýngilizi,hepsi olmuþlar çete, Yeter Yüce Yaradan,çektiðimiz bizlere.
Yetimler Afrikada,aðlarlar gündüz gece, Bir deri bir kemikler,elbise lime lime, Geziyor aç çocuklar,uyku girmez gözüne, Ey Kerim Kadri Yüce,acý masum yetime.
Rabbim bir gün sorarsa,bunlarýn hesabýný, Buna kulum ne yaptýn,yolladýn mý paraný, O günde göreceðiz,mahþerdeki sýcaðý, Nolur Rabbim baðýþla,o günde biz kullarý.
Gelecektir kafirler,Hakkýn kutlu baharý, Müminler birleþecek,mahvedecek küffarý, Yeniden parlayacak,yüzündeki nurlarý, Bana göster Allahým, ölmeden o sýrlarý.
My Muslim brothers, what are you doing today? He is in captivity, look everywhere, Is it worthy for you? When will it come, O Lord, your days of conquest.
The infidels never stop, their plans dry up, If we gasp for a moment, they play games, Trying on Muslim weapons, Please, that’s enough, Ya Hak, damn cruel servants.
Where the Pope Patriarchs have entered their lair, Damn all of their corrupt religions German, British, they were all gang, Enough, Almighty Creator, to us that we draw.
Orphans in Africa they cry day and night, Skin and bones, dress in tattered, Hungry children are wandering, they don’t sleep, O Kerim Kadri Yüce, to my bitter innocent orphan.
If my Lord asks for their account one day, What did you do to this my servant? Did you send your money? On that day we will see the heat in the Apocalypse, Please forgive my Lord, on that day we servants.
The unbelievers will come, the auspicious spring of God, The believers will unite, destroy the kufar, Will shine again, the lights on your face, Show me those secrets before dying God.
Hüdayi is a prayer, at the door of Hüda, Muslims are out of heedlessness, please wake up, The weapons of the bird, endure the unbelievers, May my Hagia Sophia open, prostrate.
14.06.2018 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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