an excerpt from a Necip Fazıl Kısakürek poem

My soul melted and frozen in a mold
Then set upon the soil and named Istanbul.
Something in me exhales: air, color, mien, clime;
She is the lover who has passed ages and places sublime.
Her gilded flowers, her shimmering waters…
The moon and the Sun from Istanbul since the beginning of time.
Istanbul, my beloved
My home, my country.
Istanbul. All I can say.
Istanbul. My last word.

(translated by Muse)