Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives,
you are now lying in the soil of a friendly country.
Therefore, rest in peace.
There is no difference between the Johnnies
and the Mehemets to us where they lie side by side in this country of ours.
You, the mothers who sent their sons from far away countries,
wipe away your tears, your sons are now lying in our bosoms and are in peace.
After having lost their lives on this land they become our sons as well.
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning
We will remember them