A keresés eredménye

The struggle will not die

Without walking in the steps of the ancestors,
Without drawing the dagger in revenge,
Without my dreams having come to fruition,
Do not say that I have died, o people!
I have not died. I will not die. No, I will not die.
 
Without the blue flag flying over the homeland,
Without slaying the last of the enemy,
Without the dawn of freedom having broken,
Do not say that I have died, o people!
I have not died. I will not die. No, I will not die.
 
Without singing the march of victory,
Without this tyranny leaving from my homeland,
Without the whole world knowing the Uyghur,
Do not say that I have died, o people!
I have not died. I will not die. No, I will not die.
I have not died. I will not die.
The struggle will not die.
 

Say Hello to the Homeland

Since I left You, o Homeland, the food I eat is not food.
The eye which longs for You cries blood, not tears.
Even the gold of a foreign land is nothing but a stone to me.
Say hello to the Homeland, and tell Her of this pain I bear!
 
If I should wish to go the road is long, and when I say “yes” still I cannot
go.
I go on grieving, unable to swallow a mere crust of bread.
Even my name is a refugee, now that I cannot cross over the border.
Tell the Homeland: “Your child has become a vagrant!”
 
I look insatiably at the mouth that says ‘Homeland’,
I lick and kiss over and over the hands that hold its flag.
I smell insatiably the scent of my Homeland.
Tell the Homeland: “Your son has gone mad with grief for you today!”