Orhun'dan Tuna'ya
Our past was full of pages of honor.
We breathed the free air of the Altai Mountains.
We watered our horses in the Orkhon and Selenge rivers.
Then we fulfilled the will of our Oghuz Ata.
We made the sky a tent, the sun a world.
We lay down like the Caspian Sea, we were peaceful like Transoxiana.
We patiently greened the dark fortunes of the lands like the Seyhun and Ceyhun rivers.
We were drowned in the sea of mercy with a divine grace.
The breath of Yesevi touched our souls.
As Muhammed Alpaslan Bey said: "We Turks are pure Muslims; we do not know what bid'ah is.
Therefore, Allah makes us honorable
I bought you such a homeland that it will be yours forever.
Anatolia was now our homeland but it was narrow for the Turks.
One summer day, we crossed the Danube in convoys.
The white-helmeted beylerbey was soaring before us like an eagle with his broad wings.
We experienced the free air of the Rakofç Show More
