Decoded Clue

via the Playfair cipher

Translated from Turkish

 

Galloping from Far Asia and jutting out

into the Mediterranean like a mare's head

this country is ours.

 

Wrists in blood, teeth clenched, feet bare

and this soil spreading like a silk carpet,

this hell, this paradise is ours.

 

Shut the gates of plutocracy,

don't let them open again,

annihilate man's servitude to man,

this invitation is ours..

 

To live like a tree single and at liberty

and brotherly like the trees of a forest,

this yearning is ours.

- “Invitation” by Nazim Hikmet

 

Follow the lead