Stop wayfarer
! Unbeknownst to you this ground
You come and tread on, is where an epoch lies;
Bend down and lend your ear, for this silent mound
Is the place where the heart of a nation sighs.
From the poem to a traveller by Necettin Halil Onan
transcribed from the
Turkish yearbook of Gallipoli Studies, (Çanakkale 2003), p.1
(translated by
S. Tanvir Wasti)
This website has been prepared by
the first "hotel de charme" on the Gallipoli peninsula