Sevgi Güzellik İster & İlkay Akkaya *

Sevgi güzellik ister gülüm,

Güzellik emek ister.

Güzellik tende değil gülüm,

Yürekte ateş ister.

 

Bir çocuk dudağıyla

Yanakta bir sıcaklık.

Yalnız güzellik değil,

Sevgi özgürlük ister.

 

Sevgi güzellik ister gülüm,

Güzellik emek ister.

Güzellik tende değil gülüm,

Yürekte ateş ister.

Robert Louis Stevenson Grave*

Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me lie.

Glad did I live and glady die

And I laid me down with a will

This be the verse yov grave for me

Here he lies where he longed to be

Home is the sailor home from the sea

And the hunter home from the hill

Şu sonsuz, şu şu yıldızlı semanın altına,

Kazın mezarımı, gömün beni oraya.

Mutlu yaşadım, öldüm yine mutlulukla,

Vasiyetim var size buraya yatarken.

İsterim taşıma kazınsın şu dizeler;

İçinde yatanın özlemiydi bu makber;

Avcı dağdan buradaki evine iner,

Denizci yine bu eve döner denizden.

Parla (100. Yıl Marşı) & Norm Ender

Yürüyoruz arkadaşlar

İçimde bir telaş var

Bu kutlu gün bizim

Zafer düğün bizim

Görüyoruz arkadaşlar

Darbeler savaşlar

Sırtımız yere / Gelmiyor bizim

Düşmanız esarete önderimle karşıyız

Mavi gözlerin gibi biz bu yurda âşığız

Duysun cihan duysun biriz

Duysun bizim bu gök deniz

Parla hilal ve yıldızım

Parla beyaz ve kırmızım

Türk’ün yolu Cumhuriyet

Parla 100 yaşındasın

Yürüyoruz arkadaşlar

Bu yolda dik yamaçlar

Locksley Hall & Alfred Tennyson*

What is that which I should turn to, lighting upon days like these?

Every door is barr'd with gold, and opens but to golden keys.

Every gate is throng'd with suitors, all the markets overflow.

I have but an angry fancy; what is that which I should do?

I had been content to perish, falling on the foeman's ground,

When the ranks are roll'd in vapour, and the winds are laid with sound. (lines 99–104)

To be free of his depression, the protagonist continues into a grand description of the world to come, which he views as somewhat utopian. He relapses into anger briefly again when he

In Memoriam A. H.H. & Alfred Lord Tennyson*

In Canto LIV, the poet asks:

Are God and Nature then at strife,

That Nature lends such evil dreams?

So careful of the type she seems,

So careless of the single life;

That I, considering everywhere

Her secret meaning in her deeds,

And finding that of fifty seeds

She often brings but one to bear,

I falter where I firmly trod,

And falling with my weight of cares

Upon the great world's altar-stairs

That slope thro' darkness up to God,

I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,

And gather dust and chaff, and call

To what I feel is Lord of all,

The Winners*

What is the moral ? Who rides may read.

When the night is thick and the tracks are blind,

A friend at a pinch is a friend indeed;

But a fool to wait for the laggard behind

Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne,

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

White hands cling to the tightened rein,

Slipping the spur from the booted heel,

Tenderest voices cry, "Turn again,"

A Light Woman & Hafif Bir Kadın*

 I.

So far as our story approaches the end,

 Which do you pity the most of us three?---

My friend, or the mistress of my friend

 With her wanton eyes, or me?

II.

My friend was already too good to lose,

 And seemed in the way of improvement yet,