Translation:İstiklâl Marşı (1)

English translation

 * Fear not! For the crimson flag that proudly ripples in this glorious twilight, shall not fade,
 * Before the last fiery hearth that is ablaze within my nation is extinguished.
 * For That is the star of my nation, and it will forever shine;
 * It is mine; and solely belongs to my valiant nation.


 * Frown not, I beseech you, oh thou coy crescent,
 * But smile upon my heroic race! Why the anger, why the rage?
 * This blood of ours which we shed for you shall not be blessed otherwise;
 * For Freedom is the absolute right of my God-worshiping nation.


 * I have been free since the beginning and forever shall be so.
 * What madman shall put me in chains! I defy the very idea!
 * I'm like the roaring flood; powerful and independent,
 * I'll tear apart mountains, exceed the heavens and still gush out!


 * The lands of the West may be surrounded with walls of steel,
 * But I have borders guarded by the mighty chest of a believer.
 * Recognize your innate strength, my friend! And think: how can this fiery faith ever be killed,
 * By that battered, single-fanged monster you call "civilization"? Again, some explanation is required. What is being referred to as "civilization" is the invading European nations (France, Britain, Italy and Greece, to be specific) and their modern armies, which were superior in terms of equipment and manpower to the war-stricken, undermanned, and underfed Turkish forces that were hastily assembled by patriotic civilians and ex-military officials following World War I. This tight collaboration between civilians and former armed officials was due to the Ottoman Imperial Court's internal corruptions and the presence of individuals in power who preferred to protect their own interests rather than the interests of the greater public. (see Sultan Vahideddin and Damat Ferid Pasha) This self-preserving behavior manifested itself as political inaction, an openness to foreign manipulation, treacherous collaborationism and the much-protested acceptance of an unjust treaty—actions that ultimately resulted in a hurt national pride, widespread feelings of resentment and humiliation, as well as the anarchic dissolution of the Empire. It was at such a grim point in time that a defiant new organization of armed and civil forces, led by Atatürk, gave the people hope for the future through a series of successful battles and liberation campaigns, which gradually turned into an increasingly successful War of Independence.

Thus, the poet is calling out to the Nation, and saying that while "the lands of the West may be armed with walls of steel", i.e. "while these European armies may have seemingly impenetrable/unbeatable modern technology and weaponry, do not be fooled/discouraged by their apparent superiority. Look at what we have accomplished so far with virtually non-existent arms and supplies! We are horribly fatigued, and at a disadvantage in every conceivable way, yet we still are able to succeed in our battle for liberty! This seemingly undefeatable 'monster' has had almost every one of its teeth knocked out (hence, 'single-fanged') by our victorious campaign! Our motivation, faith, and internal drive is what has and will continue to carry us through, and that is something that our enemies cannot remotely match. All we need for ultimate victory is the ability to recognize our true 'innate strenghts': a 'fiery faith' and the 'mighty chest (i.e. heart) of a believer'."


 * My friend! Leave not my homeland to the hands of villainous men!
 * Render your chest as armor and your body as trench! Stop this disgraceful rush!
 * For soon shall come the joyous days of divine promise...
 * Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow? Perhaps even sooner!


 * View not the soil you tread on as mere earth - recognize it!
 * And think about the shroudless thousands who lie so nobly beneath you.
 * You're the noble son of a martyr, take shame, hurt not your ancestor!
 * Unhand not, even when you're promised worlds, this paradise of a homeland.


 * What man would not die for this heavenly piece of land?
 * Martyrs would gush out should one simply squeeze the soil! Martyrs!
 * May God take all my loved ones and possessions from me if He will,
 * But may He not deprive me of my one true homeland for the world.


 * Oh glorious God, the sole wish of my pain-stricken heart is that,
 * No heathen's hand should ever touch the bosom of my sacred Temples.
 * These adhans, whose shahadahs are the foundations of my religion,
 * May their noble sound last loud and wide over my eternal homeland.


 * For only then, shall my fatigued tombstone, if there is one, prostrate a thousand times in ecstasy,
 * And tears of fiery blood shall flow out of my every wound,
 * And my lifeless body shall gush out from the earth like an eternal spirit,
 * Perhaps only then, shall I peacefully ascend and at long last reach the heavens.


 * So ripple and wave like the bright dawning sky, oh thou glorious crescent,
 * So that our every last drop of blood may finally be blessed and worthy!
 * Neither you nor my race shall ever be extinguished!
 * For freedom is the absolute right of my ever-free flag;
 * For freedom is the absolute right of my God-worshiping nation!