You are the eagle on the unreachable peaks, that welcome the dawning Sun every day,
Like the rite of spring at the flat plains of Harran, you are the blossom as the fire of fertility.
You are the Red River that feeds water to heaven with your galloping stallions,
You are the willow tree, under whose branches the caravans rest.
You are the phoenix re-born from its ashes.
Perhaps you are the happiness symbol of a rainbow of the heavens that carry every instance of now, the bread, the belief and the protector, in your name: Sinan.
Note from the translator: Writer was employing the play of words:
|Now, the instance
|Bread, Food for survival
See the Turkish version’s last sentence