Land Şiiri - Meryem Us

if your being is chained to inhaling this air
admit and step aside
thus you could have felt, loved and tried harder
truth and reconcile
‘our tulips does not grow well in dry soil’
you ought to water it with your skin
you have to become the soil to never abandon it,
you have to bloom it with the redness of your kin
as time swings and tricks of your mind disappear 
you know you are meant to remain as still as a root
abundance of grudge which you hold very near 
within every inch of you, therefore, commute
all of us desired to conquer this territory 
keep it  home, make it bread and wine
plant a flag which we call superior solidarity;
 pride
soldiers you never knew, shelter this leaf, this grain, this wheat
yet this foolish feeling you grasp is infidelity 
it's far from what liberty you were brought up to be
yet if you can never let go of this mossy shame 
you have to become the tulip ,the wheat, the pine
my tulip ,my wheat, my pine
humankind flies, caves and dives, still never disregards
‘you want to be known’
within your skin thats tanned and face harsh featured 
‘you want it to be written’
within which holy lands ashes you were molded, kneaded and forged