CONQUEST

History is flowing... the year is 1453, the month is May, the day is Tuesday...

Look, a little further away, Ulubatlı, who devoted himself to him faith ...!

This morning the sun will rise differently on the horizons of Istanbul,

Truth will drown falsehood with a drop of water in the great cauldron.

My Ulubatlı, My Hasan... The child of the Oghuzs, the Fatihs,

Your ancestors will hang evil-eye beads on the walls of Istanbul...

The song of your ancestors will cover your banner in the New Age,

You will always be at peace, in the tulle banner you wrap yourself in.

Spring rules over the trees with its colorful flowers on their branches,

In winter; it conquers the dry, weak, frozen branches... Who is he?

The mother of betrayal, darkness and oppression, Byzantium, the winter tree; You...

The "Chosen Conqueror" who will rule you, who will conquer you; Me!..

Don't cry, don't be sad my Istanbul... let your sad crying end,

Don't cry, Hagia Sophia... The Hellenic race's oppression of you will end...

You are a longing, a longing that always boils in our hearts,

Leave Fatih alone, that leave he let conquer Istanbul

A new conquest, a new Kosovo... Truth; defeats  superstition...

Here it is!.. Look, Istanbul has been conquered, the conquest is pregnant with eternal truth.

My soldier, my Mehmet, my hero... Istanbul is entrusted to you,

Know it well, protect it, love it and glorify it, do not betray history.

Jun 04, 1977
Istanbul

NOTE:

The transition from the Middle Age to the Modern Age occurred with the Conquest of Istanbul. The Conqueror who accomplished this conquest was a Turkish Commander, an Ottoman Sultan; He was Mehmet II (Fatih Sultan Mehmet). This is a poem of praise for this conquest, this conqueror.