(One Belt One Road Symphony)
The long-awaited call came today. From the white bones of the martyrs of the
The sword fell from the hand of the cruellest revolution.
oppressor of the oppressors. The windy call that comes across its rivers,
Do you know from whom the blessed call came? It came from the sea, the land, the air.
A sun reddened in the skies of socialism. Flowing from the steppe cliffs breathlessly,
Turned pale at that moment, the public enemy Did you see the rose-laden waggons of Asia?
executioner.
Which valiant man’s call was this incoming one? We are starting our blessed journey once again.
The fruit of immortality of the people which Not mortal gods, but immortal man standing:
grows on time. Tell the eagle of the sky to come,
At the bottom of the rocks, the flowers suddenly From one shoulder to another the greeting flew
cheered up, and came.
The crying baby laughed; the white lambs bleated. In the Yellow River and the Euphrates Martyrs
resurrected,
The message of wisdom arrived today, The call kissed the beetles and bugs of the bronze
Our powers became stronger, our minds became steppe.
wiser. Come on, let's gather in the Asian square,
Come on, open your doors to your doors, Blackthorn rose bloomed on the marble; didn't
Let's tie a belt, let's belt a road. you see?
Did you see that the ants crossed the mountain?
Our hands were dreamed, our hearts started to The long-awaited call came today: We're setting
talk: off.
The Asian ship full of love came out of the port. We are rearing up from the Mediterranean to the
Extend your hands to each other, open your arms, Chinese Sea.
Let your eyes stare into each other’s eyes, my We will wrap the belt of peace round the waist of
brothers. the bride of the world,
The heart train unloaded; didn’t you see? With songs, we will make the Milky Way a crown
on her head.
A letter of a comrade, a blessed greeting came. We answered with the decision of Taurus, in the
From whom did the Chinese silk handkerchief language of the Euphrates:
from the Silk Road come? Children of the same house, the same sun, we are
From Shanghai stone, from Beijing soil, ready.
Through the cliffs and the mountains, from the We are here! We are united with the sheaf of crop
flying iron bird, of Asia.
Translation: Nilgün Yorgancı * Hüseyin Haydar was born in 1956 in Trabzon. He studied economics and finance. He worked as a member of the editorial board and as a technical director in YAZKO’s (Writers and Translators Cooperative) Literature and Translation magazines. His first poetry collection, Acı Türkücü, won the 1981 Academy’s First Prize for Poetry. Later, many of his books were published and won national awards. He served as a member and visual director of the Ulusal Kanal Broadcasting Board and as a member of the Turkish Writers’ Union (TYS) Board. He prepared and presented the tv program titled Literature Front at Ulusal Kanal. He is a member of Patriotic Party Central Ruling Board and National Science Strategy Center. He has been publishing his poems every week in his column titled Poet's Toil in Aydınlık newspaper for ten years.
How to cite: Haydar, H. (2021/2022). The awaited call. Belt & Road Initiative Quarterly, 3(1), 74.