This is a poem by Fazil
Hùsnù DaÕlarca called
Homeland.
Yeryùzù kendi kendine bir toprak.
Yurt bir toprak ùstùnde var olduÕumuz.
Ta dev atalardan beri, ta dev Ïocuklara dek,
Ekmek, tuz.
Peki nasÜl ayak basmÜñtÜr onlar,
Yurda, benim at koñturduÕum yere?
Kavak uykusunda, yer tùrkùsùnde kocaman
Sùt ùzre bùyùdùÕùm
kêylere.
The world is just the soil by itself.
Homeland is the ground which our lives exalt.
From giant forefathers to giant children,
Bread and Salt.
How then did they ever set foot,
Where my horses gallop, on my homeland?
Or on the villages where I grew up on milk
In the poplar's sleep, in the
soil's song, grand?
Tranlsated by Anthony Ehrhardt