THIS IS THE STORY OF THE MANCORNAS [1]

We are the yellow seaweed in the blue

depths of Karamania[2] and the Aegean

We are the black pearls who turn to gold

among the yellow seaweed

We are the cells full of life 

in the pores of the sponges

We are the hearts full of love like a sip of

water under the burning sun

We have left many graves in your bays,

on your sands, on the rocks

On castle towers, cornerstones,

at the base of winches in the shipyards,

on the stemposts of tyrrandils

We have left marks that cannot be erased

In Karpas, on the Silifke Bank, in Anamur,

in the Aegean

We left hearts full of love that were bruised

in bitter waters

Hundreds of years ago in the hearts of

Oppianus, Herodotus and others

In the works of the Fisherman of Halicarnass,

we left marks that cannot be erased

From Çanakkale to Karpas the white foamy waves 

have become their headstones

We left behind so many souls

We are the Mancornas,

our knowledge distilled from the great masters

who are buried in the blue depths

You will not die in the depths of our hearts

The summer breeze is blowing again, our sails are full

Our name is Mancorna, under the blue sea 

and upon it,

we fly like butterflies.

Aksona Mehmet

[1]Sponge divers who went deeper than 45 metres

[2]Mediterranean shores of Turkey