The Epic of Atatürk / (Aşık HASAN)

THE EPIC OF ATATURK

I wish I had the strength to write an epic

To be read with desire and determination,

I would sing praises to the end of time

Of our great commander-in-chief.

Tulips and violets open for him,

Every corner of the world speaks his name.

His influence carried to the rocks and the mountains,

I would sing his praises to the end of time.

In ten years he jumped centuries,

Open up the glorious past,

Made reading and writing easy.

I would sing his praises to the end of time.

If I live to be seventy

I saw the greatest thing in the last ten years.

Such a man among men was needed.

I would sing his praises to the end of time.

Tunnels were carved through all hard rocks,

We now go by train when once we walked.

The world longs for Ataturk.

I would sing his praises to the end of time.

One never tires of speaking of him,

It was he who gave rights to women.

They call me the bard Hasan.

I would sing his praises to the end of time.

I wrote this epic in mourning while driving the cattle

To the dry soil.

How can I praise such a lion among men?

I would sing his praises to the end of time.

Aşık HASAN