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We set out on this path with a decree from the heavens:
"By those who run while panting,
To those who make sparks come out of stones with their nails
"To those who raid the enemy at dawn and raise dust"
And with this oath we crossed vast steppes.
The lofty mountains melted under our hooves.
We were one, we became a thousand.
We became companions with a thousand horsemen.
We have become slaves to a trouble.
Our aim was the homeland, we fell into disarray, we became a flood.
They called us the brave men of the Kayı tribe, under the shadow of my ancestor Oğuz. Sword in hand, courage in heart, love in our hearts, the destination is our homeland.
Let the breathless running horses decorate all corners of Anatolia with their hoof prints.
Let the enemies tremble because Osman Bey is coming.
Greetings to those who ask about the front from the front.
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