turkish → English transcript

Where are you, glorious Abdülhamid Han — will your cry reach his bosom?

Awake from the sleep of death at a single word; behold the sins of this most ungrateful nation.

When history records your name, it will vindicate you, O great Sultan.

It was we who, without shame, hurled slander at the lion‑hearted Sultan.

We called the Sultan both cruel and mad; we said he must rise up against the revolution.

We echoed whatever the devil said; we labored to bring about the rise of sedition.

It turns out it was not you who were mad but us; we had strung dreams on a rotten thread.

Not merely mad but also shameless; we spat upon the ancestral sanctuary.

The cause of nationalism took on depravity; the robe of religion crawled along the ground.

The Turkish soul was forcibly made to appear rebellious, both toward its Prophet and toward its God.