MY FAULT IS TO BE TURK 

 

My night and day is full of ache

My motherland is the crown of my head

My trouble doesn’t have any care

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

I entered in to the freedom

I was thrown in to the dungeon

Like a captive I was sold

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

They fastened my arm

I lost my left and right

For my rotate do not wait

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

My thick voice was heard

My black eye was bollowed

Ever my skin was peeled

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

They broke my pancil

They crimped my wrist

They did not let me speak

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

I was driven land by land

I was exiled to and seen

I am tired of suffering

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

I remaired without home

I become lost in the Turk’s state

I fed up with my life

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

I can not go to my land

I can not bear slavery

I can not kill the humanity

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

My fight is holy

Let the pen write this

Pain covers my heart

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

I died for nation

Many a braveman I sacrifaced

I carotid aurty I gave a blood transfusion

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

At gallows I was hanged

Like a sacrifice I was cut

Like a bridge I was steped on

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

I was sticked by friend’s hands

I was excluded out of my matherland

Unjustly I was opened a file

My mere fault is to be Turk

 

Poem: Şemsettin KÜZECİ

Translated by: Nilüfer DURSUN