'38 Today
Before thirty-eight our world was the world of the Derwish
Our heaven the paradise of stars
Our way the way of Hızır
Before thirty-eight shared in honour of the dead our food
Our dances were at "brit mila"
Speach out mother tongue
Before thirty-eight we tended fields
Fell asleep under the walnut bows
On winter nights heard tales
In thirty-eight the river Munzur wept for us
Massacred bot young and old
No one heard our cries
After thirty-eightis the past present, the present past
Translation: William Alfred Jones (Bill)