Padişah çok yaşa! Padişah çok yaşa! (Yeni Iskender 1)
Oct 5, 2016 18:44:13 GMT
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Post by Sublime Porte on Oct 5, 2016 18:44:13 GMT
The Sultan stands before his tent, the Silahdar Agha by his side, brandishing the banner of the Prophet Mohammad mounted on a staff. The Sultan himself has the sword of Osman girded still on his side, ready to be drawn in a call of the faithful to war. He places his hands, palms raised upwards at ear-level, on either side of himself and quietly chants the Basmala: “Bismillah al-Rahman al-Rahim. In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.” He sits on the Bayram throne in front of the imperial tent as the commanders of the janissaries and the various regiments are introduced to him, taking their turn to bow and kiss his kaftan. When the formalities are complete, he stands and takes a few steps forward to address his troops. Most of those close to the tent are the elite janissaries.
“Yeni çeri! Brothers!” he begins with an appeal to his core. “My way is your way, my arm is your arm, my end is your end! My religion is your religion. My life is sacrificed to you, my belongings are sacrificed to your tradition. As the saints say, so my tongue echoes: I see salt, water, bread! If ever I stray from the straight path, use your sword to cut off my head, I will die gladly! To fight for true blood, to fight for our spiritual guides. Oh Ali! HU!”
The Sultan had committed himself to the oaths the Janissaries themselves swear when they join the House of Osman. The Janissaries respond by repeating the call of ‘HU!’ The Agha of the Janissaries, barely containing his tears, steps forward, knowing something momentous was about to begin: “Oh nation of Muawiya! Oh enemies of the followers of Muhammad! You are disbelievers, and we are the believers, you are to one side, and we are on the other side!”
The Sultan responds, beginning with an ancient saying, “If I do not stay true to my word, may my sword enter my body swiftly,” before embellishing with more of the Janissary oath, “Let me be cut to pieces by my own sword, let me be ploughed like the earth, let me be blown like the soil!”
The Silahdar Agha hands Ahmet the Sword of the Prophet Mohammad, and the Sultan kisses it, before returning it to the Agha. Waiting for the cheers of “Padişah çok yaşa!” - long live the emperor - to quiet down, Ahmet then draws the Sword of Osman. The moment the men had waited for had arrived. They were here for war, and they wanted to know the truth. “Yeni çeri, when you are asked by infidels, ‘what is the House of Osman?’, you shall answer ‘I am the House of Osman’! You have sworn yourself to my family, forsaking that which you were born into, and now I have sworn likewise, that I shall be your brother. Now, then, brothers! It is time to march once again, we shall be the new Alexander (Yeni Iskender), and the world shall be yours for the taking! We follow in the footsteps of Suleyman the Lawgiver, the Magnificent, himself. We march on the kefirs that have forced us from our lands, the lands which gave birth to many of you, the lands watered by the Danube and worked by the dhimmi. We march on Vienna!”
The commotion is almost too loud to allow for cognoscente thought. The cries of Allahu Ekber, Vienna, and Long Live the Emperor, drown out all other noise. Ahmet decides to initiate the march immediately, turning to the Mehter band of the Janissaries, and yelling, “Merhaba, Mehteri! Hello, Bandsmen! Give us one for the march.” With a brief pause, they comply with the Sultan’s orders and the vanguard commence the march. The Sultan himself waits for his tent to be packed, mounts his steed, and joins the flow of men and guns mid-stream. The men begin the march in good spirits, singing along to the tune of the military band. Their first target will be reached within the day: the hated fort at Danube-Tisa.
“Yeni çeri! Brothers!” he begins with an appeal to his core. “My way is your way, my arm is your arm, my end is your end! My religion is your religion. My life is sacrificed to you, my belongings are sacrificed to your tradition. As the saints say, so my tongue echoes: I see salt, water, bread! If ever I stray from the straight path, use your sword to cut off my head, I will die gladly! To fight for true blood, to fight for our spiritual guides. Oh Ali! HU!”
The Sultan had committed himself to the oaths the Janissaries themselves swear when they join the House of Osman. The Janissaries respond by repeating the call of ‘HU!’ The Agha of the Janissaries, barely containing his tears, steps forward, knowing something momentous was about to begin: “Oh nation of Muawiya! Oh enemies of the followers of Muhammad! You are disbelievers, and we are the believers, you are to one side, and we are on the other side!”
The Sultan responds, beginning with an ancient saying, “If I do not stay true to my word, may my sword enter my body swiftly,” before embellishing with more of the Janissary oath, “Let me be cut to pieces by my own sword, let me be ploughed like the earth, let me be blown like the soil!”
The Silahdar Agha hands Ahmet the Sword of the Prophet Mohammad, and the Sultan kisses it, before returning it to the Agha. Waiting for the cheers of “Padişah çok yaşa!” - long live the emperor - to quiet down, Ahmet then draws the Sword of Osman. The moment the men had waited for had arrived. They were here for war, and they wanted to know the truth. “Yeni çeri, when you are asked by infidels, ‘what is the House of Osman?’, you shall answer ‘I am the House of Osman’! You have sworn yourself to my family, forsaking that which you were born into, and now I have sworn likewise, that I shall be your brother. Now, then, brothers! It is time to march once again, we shall be the new Alexander (Yeni Iskender), and the world shall be yours for the taking! We follow in the footsteps of Suleyman the Lawgiver, the Magnificent, himself. We march on the kefirs that have forced us from our lands, the lands which gave birth to many of you, the lands watered by the Danube and worked by the dhimmi. We march on Vienna!”
The commotion is almost too loud to allow for cognoscente thought. The cries of Allahu Ekber, Vienna, and Long Live the Emperor, drown out all other noise. Ahmet decides to initiate the march immediately, turning to the Mehter band of the Janissaries, and yelling, “Merhaba, Mehteri! Hello, Bandsmen! Give us one for the march.” With a brief pause, they comply with the Sultan’s orders and the vanguard commence the march. The Sultan himself waits for his tent to be packed, mounts his steed, and joins the flow of men and guns mid-stream. The men begin the march in good spirits, singing along to the tune of the military band. Their first target will be reached within the day: the hated fort at Danube-Tisa.
