The knot of my country's three shores

Rising above three seas

Its beacon, its rampart

The head where three braids gather

The shirt held by three children

The ancient mountain of legends and verses

For which Lawıke xeribin gave their lives

The shrine of grace

The sought talisman of a life that has lost its sacredness

When the fuse of a country's struggle is lit

Faces turned toward you

The loftiest of my country walked toward you

The most beautiful daughters and sons of my country

They took up arms

So they might bring the enemy down

They turned their backs on slavery

When you became the shrine of freedom

They bade farewell to the tearful mother

When you became the one who gives birth to life

They accepted no friend, when the true one was with you

The moment I set foot on you

I knew every breath of yours transforms and gives

Becomes both love and faith

I saw in your countenance

A friend is something else

The road is something else

Life is something else

When I held the hands that held you

A comrade, though, is something else entirely

And Cudi, they

One after another, fell for you

As for me, both for you

And for those who fell for you, I fell…

From the poem of comrade Mehmet, an Apocu militant who united himself with the ideas and philosophy of the Leadership and stepped into life, who was always an example to his comrades with his self-sacrificing stance and spirit, and who waged an unrelenting struggle for 16 years; he wrote it in the Cudi area, where he carried out his first practice and struck heavy blows against the enemy, reflecting with the most heartfelt feelings his attachment and love for Cudi…