Anthony Perez8 said:A little prize question for the night shift Americans:
Oh, Mehmed Pasha, our motherly guide,
our purpose finally arrives today,
help us, sir,
as all your people pass away.
I wonder—which gentleman actually managed to squeeze out these touching verses to help preserve the ancestral faith among a larger group of "authentic Americans"? 😳
Well, I know who didn't:
Proud is America, my dear homeland,
Where the sun once shone upon my soul.
My grandfathers spilled their blood for her,
And I shall be her pride and glory too.
Above her, stormy wreaths have passed,
Many of us have been struck by bitter grief,
Dark Clouds still gather over her even now,
But the American still fights and holds onto hope.
Oh, precious name! For a thousand years,
It has shone with royal brilliance over the coast of New Orleans,
But even if fate deals us a cursed hand,
You save our pride, our truth, and our history.
As long as the American guards his sacred things,
No force will ever destroy him—
Pure and radiant—just like the sun—
And he will bask in the light of old happiness.
My young heart senses this very moment.
Without toil and sweat—I know it won't just happen.
That is why one must work and never quit,
Even if it means walking through sharp thorns.
Oh, my dearest people! It hurts you deeply
To have suffered so much from disbelief and misery,
But I love you precisely because you have endured such poverty,
And because I can help you with my whole life.
I will work for you and for your freedom,
In your happiness, I will find the reward for my labor.
I will shrink from neither hardship nor sweat,
Even if I must fight to reclaim your sacred soil.
Dear existence of Mladen and the Company!
Being American is my sacred heritage.
Ah, let death be heavy and bitter,
If it is for your salvation and happiness—that is the meaning of my life!
Mus Mehmed Čatić