This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
Homeland is not merely the land you call your own,
It is a mother’s prayer and a child’s smile.
Homeland is a hope awakening in the morning sun,
An ancient homeland hidden in a silent melody.
The issue is not simply a handful of soil,
The true goal is to sustain a future.
For I know these lands are a trust,
Betraying that trust is unworthy of a great Turk.
Traces from the past remain upon its soil,
Sometimes a folk song sometimes an epic tale.
Sometimes a prayer rises in outstretched hands,
Saying, “Just be present, that is enough!”