トルコの国歌

Korkma! Sönmez bu şafaklarda yüzen al sancak, Sönmeden yurdumun üstünde tüten en son ocak. O benim milletimin yıldızıdır, parlayacak; O benimdir, o benim milletimindir ancak. Çatma, kurban olayım, çehreni ey nazlı hilal! Kahraman ırkıma bir gül; ne bu şiddet, bu celal? Sana olmaz dökülen kanlarımız sonra helal… Hakkıdır, Hakk’a tapan milletimin istiklal. Ben ezelden beridir hür yaşadım, hür yaşarım, Hangi çılgın bana zincir vuracakmış? Şaşarım. Kükremiş sel gibiyim, bendimi çiğner, aşarım, Yırtarım dağları, enginlere sığmam, taşarım. Garbın afakını sarmışsa çelik zırhlı duvar, Benim iman dolu göğsüm gibi serhaddim var. Ulusun, korkma! Nasıl böyle bir imanı boğar, “Medeniyet” dediğin tek dişi kalmış canavar? Arkadaş! Yurduma alçakları uğratma sakın, Siper et gövdeni, dursun bu hayâsızca akın. Doğacaktır sana vadettiği günler Hakk’ın, Kim bilir, belki yarın belki yarından da yakın. Bastığın yerleri “toprak” diyerek geçme, tanı, Düşün altındaki binlerce kefensiz yatanı. Sen şehit oğlusun, incitme, yazıktır atanı, Verme, dünyaları alsan da bu cennet vatanı. Kim bu cennet vatanın uğruna olmaz ki feda? Şüheda fışkıracak, toprağı sıksan şüheda. Canı, cananı, bütün varımı alsın da Hüda, Etmesin tek vatanımdan beni dünyada cüda. Ruhumun senden İlahî, şudur ancak emeli: Değmesin mabedimin göğsüne namahrem eli. Bu ezanlar, ki şehadetleri dinin temeli, Ebedî, yurdumun üstünde benim inlemeli. O zaman vecdile bin secde eder, varsa taşım, Her cerihamdan, İlahî, boşanıp kanlı yaşım, Fışkırır ruhumücerret gibi yerden naaşım, O zaman yükselerek arşa değer belki başım. Dalgalan sen de şafaklar gibi ey şanlı hilal! Olsun artık dökülen kanlarımın hepsi helal. Ebediyen sana yok, ırkıma yok izmihlal. Hakkıdır, hür yaşamış bayrağımın hürriyet; Hakkıdır, Hakk’a tapan milletimin istiklal.

恐れるな！この曙に翻る紅の旗は消えはしない、 わが祖国の上に立ち昇る最後の竈の煙が絶えぬかぎり。 それはわが民の星、必ずや輝くだろう。 それはわがもの、ただわが民のものだ。 眉をひそめるな、身を捧げよう、恥じらう三日月よ！ わが勇敢な民に微笑みかけよ。なぜこの荒々しさ、なぜこの厳しさなのか。 さもなくば、お前のために流したわれらの血は、もはや心からの捧げものとはならぬ。 独立こそ、神を崇めるわが民の権利だ。 太古より我は自由に生き、これからも自由に生きる。 どんな狂人が我に鎖をかけようというのか。あきれるばかりだ。 我は吼える奔流、おのが堤を踏みしだき、越えてゆく。 山々を引き裂き、広野にも収まらず、溢れ出す。 西の地平を鋼の装甲の壁が囲もうとも、 我には国境がある、信仰に満ちたこの胸だ。 吼えるがいい、恐れるな！お前が「文明」と呼ぶ、 牙が一本しか残らぬあの怪物に、この信仰が絞め殺せようか。 友よ！卑劣な者どもをわが祖国に決して近づけるな、 その身を盾とし、この恥知らずな襲来を食い止めよ。 神がお前に約束された日々は必ず明ける、 誰にわかろう、明日かもしれぬ、明日より近いかもしれぬ。 踏みしめる地をただ「土」と呼んで通り過ぎるな、知るがいい、 その下に経帷子もなく横たわる幾千の者を思え。 お前は殉教者の子だ、先祖を傷つけるな、それは罪だ、 たとえ世界のすべてを与えられても、この楽園の祖国を渡すな。 この楽園の祖国のために、身を捧げぬ者があろうか。 その土を握れば、噴き出すのは殉教者、ただ殉教者ばかり。 神よ、わが命も、愛する者も、持てるすべてを奪いたまえ、 ただこの世で、唯一の祖国から我を引き離したもうな。 神よ、わが魂がただひとつ願うのはこれだけだ。 わが聖堂の胸に、見知らぬ者の手が触れぬように。 信仰の礎たる証しを告げるこのアザーンの声が、 わが祖国の上に永遠に響きわたるように。 そのとき、墓石があるならば、恍惚のうちに千度ひれ伏すだろう、 神よ、わが傷のひとつひとつから血の涙が流れ出し、 わが亡骸は肉体を離れた霊のごとく大地から噴き上がる、 そのとき昇りゆくわが頭は、あるいは天の玉座に届くだろう。 お前も曙のように翻れ、栄光の三日月よ！ 流したわが血のすべてを、今こそ心からお前に捧げよう。 お前にも、わが民にも、永遠に滅びはない。 自由に生きてきたわが旗の権利、それが自由。 神を崇めるわが民の権利、それが独立。

Fear not! This crimson banner floating in these dawns shall never fade, So long as the last hearth still smoking over my homeland is not put out. It is the star of my nation, and it will shine; It is mine, it belongs to my nation alone. Do not frown, let me be your sacrifice, O coy crescent! Smile upon my heroic race; why this violence, why this wrath? Otherwise we will not forgive you the blood we have shed. Independence is the right of my nation, which worships God. Since eternity I have lived free, and free I shall live. What madman would put me in chains? I marvel at the thought. I am like a roaring flood: I trample my own dam and surge over it. I tear the mountains open, no expanse can hold me, I overflow. Though a wall of steel armour may gird the horizons of the West, I have a frontier, and it is my breast filled with faith. Let it howl! Fear not! How could such a faith be smothered By that monster with a single fang left, the one you call "civilization"? Friend! Never let the base ones set foot upon my homeland, Make a shield of your body, let this shameless onslaught be halted. The days that God has promised you will surely dawn, Who knows, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps sooner than tomorrow. Do not walk over the ground you tread calling it mere "earth"; know it, Think of the thousands who lie beneath it without a shroud. You are a martyr's son; do not wound your forebear, it would be a sin, Do not surrender this paradise homeland, though you were given every world. Who would not give himself up for this paradise homeland? Squeeze that soil and martyrs will gush forth, martyrs and nothing else. Let God take my life, my beloved, everything I possess, Only let Him not part me in this world from my one homeland. O my God, this alone is what my soul desires of You: Let no stranger's hand touch the bosom of my temple. These calls to prayer, whose testimony is the foundation of the faith, Must resound above my homeland for ever. Then my gravestone, if I have one, will bow a thousand times in ecstasy, From every wound of mine, O God, my bloody tears pour out, My corpse bursts from the earth like a pure spirit, And then, rising, my head may perhaps touch the heavenly throne. You too, wave like the dawns, O glorious crescent! Now let all the blood I have shed be freely yours. Never shall there be annihilation for you, nor for my race. Freedom is the right of my flag, which has lived free; Independence is the right of my nation, which worships God.