Atatürk İle İlgili İngilizce Şiirler Kısa

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  1. Mustafa Kemal Atatürk İle İlgili İngilizce Şiirler

    Atatürk
    If they ask who it is
    Who stretches his arms over us night and day,
    Who shows us the loveliest of days,
    Who breathes new life into the Turkish nation,
    It is Ataturk.

    Whatever meets the eye,
    The dawns that illuminate our country,
    The weapons that terrify our enemies,
    The shipyards, factories and merchants’ counters,
    It is Ataturk.

    Wherever one looks,
    He appears divine in all places,
    On the land, in the sea, in the sky,
    The heart worships and is transported with joy,
    It is Ataturk.

    Turkish women teach their sons his name
    Before those of their own fathers.
    He taught us to take pleasure in living.
    We are happy if he is happy.
    It is Ataturk.
    (Faruk Nafız ÇAMLIBEL)

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    Atatürk
    It is he
    Who saved the Turk from death,
    It is he
    Who gave the Turk back his identity.

    The army he built
    Threw back the enemy,
    It is he
    Who created the nation and the land.

    His aim
    Is the Turk’s desire,
    His great heart
    A homeland for the Turk.

    With his soul
    He gave us this country and
    The republic
    As a gift to us.

    You are our father,
    We take our name from you.
    He who believes in you
    Follows in your footsteps.

    Let my country march on,
    Let Turkishness grow.
    You are Ataturk
    Oh! Great Leader!
    Hasan Ali YÜCEL

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    Atatürk
    In the beginning I spoke the name of Ataturk
    And did up my buttons.

    How shall I say he is dead?
    My Ataturk is before me,
    He lies asleep in the snow,
    His fur cap on his head.

    How shall I say he is dead?
    My Ataturk walks to Kocatepe,
    Lost in though, musing,
    His hand on his chin.

    How shall I say he is dead?
    My Ataturk is teaching At the blackboard,
    White chalk in his hand.
    How shall I say he is dead?

    He has set out,
    He is walking among the crowds,
    His new hat on his head.

    How shall I say he is dead?How?
    A ray of light has struck his face,
    My Ataturk is looking on.
    Let us make ourselves presentable.
    İlhan DEMİRASLAN

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    That Endless Race
    The hero set foot in Samsun today,
    Meadows and pastures turned green on the path of victory.
    Feasting starts to the sound of drums and flutes,
    My heart jumps and sings on a branch of spring.

    Offer poppies to the dream of Ataturk,
    Lovely roses from the garden of labour.
    We are in an endless morning … let him sleep,
    Our joy makes his heart rejoice.

    That song of victory set out from Samsun
    Like a plough, from mountain to mountain,
    Rearing up it raised the flag to the old post,
    A fresh spring opened the eyes of the nation.

    My red flag waves free in Ankara Castle,
    Waving towards a golden age,
    New heroes walk arm in arm
    To the flag on those snowy mountains.

    A garland for the free leader of May 19,
    The season of cherries, the month of youth and roses.
    Hearts are full of colour in a spring garden,
    Look at that endless race all over the meadows.
    Ceyhun Atıf KANSU

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    I Am Thinking of Mustafa Kemal
    I am thinking of Mustafa Kemal:
    On a bay horse with a mane of flame
    He passes the high mountains, the deep seas.
    His gold hair waves in the wind,
    His blue eyes burning bright.

    I am thinking of Mustafa Kemal:
    In the burnt, ravaged fields of war
    He creates epics such as the world has never seen,
    Great armies follow him,
    Each soldier like Mustafa Kemal.

    I am thinking of Mustafa Kemal:
    Worth all the heroes of history
    He rules the boundless skies,
    A naked sword on a bay horse
    He goes from victory to victory.

    I am thinking of Mustafa Kemal:
    He did not die one November morning!
    He is still with us ,everywhere;
    He lives in all parts of the land
    In the veins of our hearts.

    I am thinking of Mustafa Kemal:
    His gold hair waves in the wind,
    I see his blue eyes shining bright.
    He enters my dreams at night.
    I kiss his hands.
    Ümit Yaşar OĞUZCAN

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    Mustafa Kemals Will Never End
    Of course the stars in the sky,
    The sand in the sea will fade away
    This country, this land is generous.
    I am a sacred flame that will never die
    Believe me, Mustafa Kemals will never end.

    Of course I was flesh and blood,
    Of course I would die one day.
    Know that there are two Mustafa Kemals.
    I am the second, in the infinite
    Invisible like a spirit.
    Believe me, Mustafa Kemals will never end.

    On the road to brotherhood and plenty
    In the light of the creativity of knowledge
    I am in the finest thoughts
    In new, universal discoveries
    I have done away with backwardness, it will not come back
    Believe me, Mustafa Kemals will never end.

    If you have woes, remember me
    Feel me in your worst moments
    Let not this country weep
    In November,
    The Conquerors, the Magnificents never die.
    Believe me, Mustafa Kemal will never end.
    Halim YAĞCIOĞLU

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    For Atatürk
    You took us by the hand and we set out,
    We liberated the nation, the motherland, my Ataturk.
    We spread blind fortune, as they say, over the land,
    Glory is the blessing of war, my Ataturk.

    The mountains were like horses beneath us.
    You cried, ‘Awake, Oh, Turk!’ My eyes were opened,
    My face was washed in the waters of the Sakarya.
    The value of the Turk was known, my Ataturk.

    I hear the waves beating on the shore,
    You would still have won our hearts
    Had you been merely a general,
    But you are the crown of this nation, my Ataturk.

    Has there ever been your equal in bravery?
    We did well to call you ‘Father,’
    Your love is in our hearts, our fingers on the trigger.
    You were the protection of God for us, my Ataturk.

    Every Turk burns with the name of his ‘Father,’
    Hears your command and resolves all other concerns.
    This one consolation is enough for him,
    The aim of being worthy of you, my Ataturk.
    Osman ATİLLA

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    THE TENTH OF NOVEMBER

    Nineteen thirty-eight, november tenth, a Thursday,
    In autumn never to fade from memory,
    Shocking Istanbul’s seven hills of the city,
    A cruel wind from Dolmabahçe came sweeping.
    Unreal, no more than a dream to gainsay,
    That five minutes past nine Atatürk passed away,
    Never such multitudes mourning as today,
    With all creatures alive we are weeping,
    He, most of all, had served this nation,
    With a love that had power to move a mountain,
    Borne now on the shoulders of the population,
    Our father, on Ankara’s slopes forever sleeping.
    CAHİT SITKI TARANCI