- By Fazıl Hüsnü Dağlarca
On my way to mosque, in full pageant,
My grandeur makes the roads go through.
My slaves invite my body to life:
“Don’t be proud, my Sultan, Allah is greater than you…”
I scatter time like pieces of gold,
Young and old get their due.
The voices of rivers and birds escort me:
“Don’t be proud, my Sultan, Allah is greater than you…”
I conquered continents for generations.
Over the globe I grew.
Dark is where the daylight ends:
“Don’t be proud, my Sultan, Allah is greater than you…”
