A thousand horsemen, in raids, we were joyful like children;
A thousand horsemen, that day, we defeated a giant army!
The white-turbaned grand vizier shouted: Advance!
One summer day, we crossed the Danube with caravans...
Like lightning, we charged into a city from seven sides.
Like lightning, on the path where Turkish horses arise.
One day, with our horses galloping at full speed,
We soared from the ground to the seventh heaven in that haste...
In paradise today, we see roses blooming,
Yet still, that crimson memory trembles in our eyes!
A thousand horsemen, in raids, we were joyful like children;
A thousand horsemen, that day, we defeated a giant army!
Translated by: Mehmet Barın Erturan
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