18 MARCH ÇANAKKALE VICTORY STOP PASSENGER POEM
STOP PASSENGER Stop, traveler! You came and stepped on without knowing This land is where an era sank. Bend down and listen, this silent mass A homeland is where its heart beats. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ At the end of this lonely, shadowless road This mound you see is in Anatolia For the sake of independence, for the sake of honor It is the place where the deceased Mehmet rests. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ This mound is a big earthquake when it breaks, As the last piece of the homeland passes by, The flood in which Mehmed drowned the enemy It is the place where his holy blood was shed. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Think about the resurrection of blood and bone flesh. This bump he made is relentlessly tough At the end of a war, the whole nation It is the place where he tastes the pleasure of freedom. Necmettin Halil ONAN
