İstiklal Marşının İngilizce Hali İstiklal Marşının İngilizcesi Fear not! For the crimson flag that proudly waves in these dawns, shall never fade, Before the last fiery hearth that is ablaze within my nation burns out. And that, is the star of my nation, and it will forever shine; It is mine; and solely belongs to my valiant nation. Frown not, I beseech you, oh thou coy crescent, But smile upon my heroic nation! Why the anger, why the rage? The blood we shed for you will not be worthy otherwise; For freedom is the absolute right of my God-worshipping nation. I have been free since the beginning and forever will be so. What madman shall put me in chains! I defy the very idea! I'm like the roaring flood; powerful and independent, I'll tear apart mountains, exceed the heavens and still gush out! The lands of the of the West may be armored with walls of steel, But I have borders guarded by the mighty chest of a believer. Recognize your innate strength! And think: how can this fiery faith ever be killed, By that battered, single-fanged monster you call \"civilization\"? (a symbol referring to the better-armed military forces of the invading European nations that had been greatly reduced by severe Turkish opposition - see Turkish War of Independence ) My friend! Leave not my homeland to the hands of villainous men! Render your chest as armor and your body as trench! Stop this disgraceful rush! For soon shall be come the day of promised eternal freedom... Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow? Perhaps even sooner! View not the soil you tread on as mere earth, recognize it! And think about the shroudless thousands who lie so nobly beneath you. You're the noble son of a martyr, take shame, hurt not your ancestor! Unhand not, even when you're promised worlds, this paradise of a homeland. What man would not die for this heavenly piece of land? Martyrs would gush out were one to just squeeze the soil! Martyrs! May God take all my loved ones and possessions from me if he will, But may He not deprive me of my one true homeland for the world. Oh glorious God, the sole wish of my pain-stricken heart is that, No infidel's hand should ever touch the bosom of my sacred temple. These adhans, and these shahadahs that my hearing is accustomed to, are the base of my religion, And may their noble sound last loud and wide over my eternal homeland. For only then, shall my tombstone -if there is one- lay its forehead on the earth (like in salah) a thousand times in ecstasy, And tears of blood shall gush out of my every wound, And so shall my corpse gush out from the earth like an eternal spirit, And perhaps only then, shall my head rise and at long last reach the heavens. So flap and wave like the bright dawning sky, oh thou glorious crescent, So that our every last drop of blood may finally be worthy! Neither you nor my nation shall ever be extinguished! For freedom is the absolute right of my ever-free flag; For freedom is the absolute right of my God-worshipping nation!