Turkey
National Anthem
The March of Independence
Fear
not! For the crimson flag that proudly
ripples in this glorious twilight, shall
never fade,
Before the last fiery hearth that is
ablaze within my nation is extinguished.
For that is the star of my nation, and
it will forever shine;
It is mine; and solely belongs to my
valiant nation.
Frown
not, I beseech you, oh thou coy crescent,
Smile upon my heroic race! Why the anger,
why the rage?
Our blood which we shed for you might
not be worthy otherwise;
For freedom is the absolute right of
my God-worshipping nation.
I
have been free since the beginning and
forever shall be so.
What madman shall put me in chains!
I defy the very idea!
I'm like the roaring flood; trampling
and overflowing my dyke (weir),
I'll tear apart the mountains, fill
up the open seas and still gush out!
The
lands surrounded by the Western's and
they armored with walls of steel,
But I have borders guarded by the mighty
chest of a believer.
Let it howl, do not be afraid! And think:
how can this fiery faith ever be killed,
By that battered, single-fanged monster
you call "civilization"?
My
friend! Leave not my homeland to the
hands of villainous men!
Render your chest as armor and your
body as trench! Stop this disgraceful
rush!
For soon shall come the joyous days
of divine promise...
Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow? Perhaps
even sooner!
View not the soil you tread on as mere
earth - recognize it!
And think about the shroudless thousands
who lie so nobly beneath you.
You're the noble son of a martyr, take
shame, hurt not your ancestor!
Unhand not, even when you're promised
worlds, this paradise of a homeland.
What
man would not die for this heavenly
piece of land?
Martyrs would gush out should one simply
squeeze the soil! Martyrs!
May God take my life, all my loved ones
and possessions from me if He will,
But may He not deprive me of my one
true homeland for the world.
Oh
glorious God, the sole wish of my pain-stricken
heart is that,
No heathen's hand should ever touch
the bosom of my sacred Temples.
These adhans, whose shahadahs are the
foundations of my religion,
May their noble sound last loud and
wide over my eternal homeland.
For
only then, shall my fatigued tombstone,
if there is one, prostrate6 a thousand
times in ecstasy,
And tears of fiery blood shall flow
out of my every wound,
And my lifeless body shall gush out
from the earth like an eternal spirit,
Perhaps only then, shall I peacefully
ascend and at long last reach the heavens.
So
ripple and wave like the bright dawning
sky, oh thou glorious crescent,
So that our every last drop of blood
may finally be blessed and worthy!
Neither you nor my race1 shall ever
be extinguished!
For freedom is the absolute right of
my ever-free flag;
For independence is the absolute right
of my God-worshiping nation!
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