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MUSTAFA KEMALS WILL NEVER END

Of course the stars in the sky,
The sand in the sea will fade away
This country, this land is generous.
I am a sacred flame that will never die
Believe me, Mustafa Kemals will never end.
Of course I was flesh and blood,
Of course I would die one day.
Know that there are two Mustafa Kemals.
I am the second, in the infinite
Invisible like a spirit.
Believe me, Mustafa Kemals will never end.
On the road to brotherhood and plenty
In the light of the creativity of knowledge
I am in the finest thoughts
In new, universal discoveries
I have done away with backwardness, it will not come back
Believe me, Mustafa Kemals will never end.
If you have woes, remember me
Feel me in your worst moments
Let not this country weep
In November,
The Conquerors, the Magnificents never die.
Believe me, Mustafa Kemal will never end.

Halim YAĞCIOĞLU


GREAT DESIRE / Arif Hikmet PAR

Blue lights descended from the hills on an August night,
The sky opened like a dark blue fan.
Ataturk emerged from the tent, his generals behind him,
Hitting his leather crop against his knee
He raised his head high:
Stars that seemed to have given their hearts to the flag …
‘Are the men ready, İsmet?’
‘Everything, my general.’
He knew our souls like a mirror,
Tomorrow’s dawns appeared in his eyes.
He looked in the darkness, and bayonets gleamed …
‘Hello, soldier,’ he said,
The ranks passed before him:
The men shouted, ‘Long live!’
He gave that golden hair to the night,
He had now forgotten everything,
Only wanted with a fierce passion
To glide to the ridges of Afyon
Like magnificent eagles.
He wanted to flow to the Mediterranean
Like a river of fire.

I AM THINKING OF MUSTAFA KEMAL

I am thinking of Mustafa Kemal: On a bay horse with a mane of flame
He passes the high mountains, the deep seas.
His gold hair waves in the wind,
His blue eyes burning bright.

I am thinking of Mustafa Kemal:
In the burnt, ravaged fields of war
He creates epics such as the world has never seen,
Great armies follow him,
Each soldier like Mustafa Kemal.

I am thinking of Mustafa Kemal:
Worth all the heroes of history
He rules the boundless skies,
A naked sword on a bay horse
He goes from victory to victory.

I am thinking of Mustafa Kemal:
He did not die one November morning!
He is still with us everywhere,
He lives in all parts of the land
In the veins of our hearts.

I am thinking of Mustafa Kemal:
His gold hair waves in the wind,
I see his blue eyes shining bright.
He enters my dreams at night.
I kiss his hands.

Ümit Yaşar OĞUZCAN