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İmparatorluğa Mersiye

Bin yıl oldu toprağına basalı
Hayli oldu kılıçları asalı,
Bülbüllerin onun için tasalı,

Sazlar kırık, ayar tutmaz telleri,
Biz neyledik o koskoca elleri?

Yol görünür, hakan emir verirdi,
Dalga dalga ordularım yürürdü,
Hamlemizden dağlar taşlar erirdi,

Dolu dizgin aştık nice belleri,
Biz neyledik o koskoca elleri?

Yıldız doğar, talihimiz belirir,
Sabah olur, ulufeler verilir,
Bir seferde dört krallık serilir,

Al al ettik, kara kara tülleri,
Biz neyledik o koskoca elleri?

Ferman çıkar, dal kılıçlar takınır,
Meydanlarda Rabbe dua okunur,
Gölgemizden bütün cihan sakınır,

Andırırdık coşkun akan selleri,
Biz neyledik o koskoca elleri?

Kosovalar, Plevneler bizsizdir,
Yosun tutmuş camilerim ıssızdır,
Boynu bükük minareler öksüzdür,

Açmaz olmuş kızanlığın gülleri,
Biz neyledik o koskoca elleri?

Hali görür, geleceği sezerdik,
Bir zamanlar ta Vistül'de gezerdik.
Haritayı biz kendimiz çizerdik,

Fetheyledik deryaları, çölleri,
Biz neyledik o koskoca elleri?

Rodopların ak başları yaslıdır,
Serdengeçti gönül, artık usludur,
Rüzgarları bile matem seslidir,

Zafer,zafer der, eserdi yelleri,
Biz neyledik o koskoca elleri?

Elegy to the Empire

A thousand years have passed since I stepped on your soil
It's been a while since my swords were hung,
The nightingales are sad for you,

The saz is broken, its strings don't hold tune,
What did we do with those great hands?

The road would appear, the Khan would give orders,
My armies would march in waves,
Mountains and stones would melt from our charge,

We crossed many passes with full reins,
What did we do with those great hands?

A star would rise, our luck would appear,
Morning would come, trumpets would be sounded,
Four kingdoms would be spread out in one campaign,

We took red, we took black veils,
What did we do with those great hands?

A decree would be issued, swords would be drawn,
Prayers to the Lord would be recited in the squares,
The whole world would hide from our shadow,

We would subdue the roaring torrents,
What did we do with those great hands?

Kosovo, Plevna are nothing without us,
My mosques are overgrown with moss, desolate,
Minarets stand hunched, orphans,

The roses of our garden have stopped blooming,
What did we do with those great hands?

We could see the present, we could guess the future,
Once we walked on the Vistula,
We drew the map ourselves,

We conquered seas and deserts,
What did we do with those great hands?

The white heads of the Rhodopes are mournful,
My heart is broken, now it's calm,
Even the winds sound like a lament,

It used to whisper victory, victory, the wind,
What did we do with those great hands?