We The Ottomans Poem by nermin nazim

A DESIRE TORE THROUGH ME TO BE HIS WOMAN,
SOLELY AND EXCLUSIVELY, FAITHFULLY AND TRUTHFULLY
TO THE OTTOMAN.

OF MY ORIGINS I AM AWARE, OF MY ORIGINS I AM PROUD
TO MY ORIGINS I BELONG.
I AM TO THE CORE AN OTTOMAN.

MY FOREFATHERS CAME TO A LAND, DIFFERENT
FROM THEIR OWN,
INHABITED IT,
LOVED IT,
AND DEFENDED IT,
HOWEVER REMAINED OTTOMANS

NOTHING COULD SWAY OUR BELONGING AND ALLEGIANCE
TO OUR PAST,
ORIGINS
AND TO OUR PEOPLE, THE OTTOMANS

URGES FOR A REBIRTH OF OUR GLORIOUS DAYS
IN WHICH REIGNED THE OTTOMANS.
AND WHEN WE INTERMINGLE AND BELONG,
COMFORT WE FEEL AND DEVOTION
WE PROVE TO OUR PEOPLE,
THE OTTOMANS
NOSTALGIA FOR A BYGONE ERA AND WORLD,
IN WHICH WE WERE AN AWE-INSPIRING SUPREMACY,
AND THE SUBLIME PORT EMPIRE WAS OUR TRADITION
OF OLD

ONE DAY WITHOUT REQUITAL
THE DORMANT GIANT WILL RISE.
THAT WILL BE THE GREAT GOOD OMEN
THAT WE'LL SUPERSEED AGAIN,
WE THE OTTOMANS

Nermin Nazim