The Song Of Mohacs

It was we who flew to that assault on wings of love;
It was we who were in the ranks of those first hundred horsemen,
hurled forth that morn.
We flew with the desire to be seen on the horizon of Mohacs,
That famous plain which came alive with the neighing of horses!
It was the day of the conquest of yet another land;
We were seen at that spot for which we gave our lives.
We sheltered in the embrace of Victory,
That rose-faced beauty whose every kiss is a tulip;
we were sated with that amorous union!
To the world we bade farewell; we hurled ourselves in full array;
This would be our last attack! Let it be known throughout the ages!
As the heavens opened for us one by one, for the last time we fought on.
Together with the angels we took the road which leads to Allah.
With our four horseshoes we all passed through Heaven's Gate;
There at once we saw our forebears of yore.
Together we are now in the garden with the martyrs,
Together with those young warriors who had died as we did.
On the earth where we were born there remained of us but a memory
like lightning from the sound of our horseshoes!