Turkish Alphabet - Sounds

Sounds

See also: Turkish phonology

Turkish orthography is highly regular and a word's pronunciation is always completely identified by its spelling. The following table presents the Turkish letters, the sounds they correspond to in International Phonetic Alphabet and how these can be approximated more or less by an English speaker.

Letter IPA English
approximation
Letter IPA English
approximation
A a /a/ As a in father M m /m/ As m in man
B b /b/ As b in boy N n /n/ As n in nice
C c /dʒ/ As j in joy O o /o/ As o in more
Ç ç /tʃ/ As ch in champion Ö ö /ø/ As i in bird
D d /d/ As d in dog P p /p/ As p in pin
E e /e/ As e in red R r /ɾ/ As r in rat
F f /f/ As f in far S s /s/ As s in song
G g /ɡ/, /ɟ/ As g in got Ş ş /ʃ/ As sh in show
Ğ ğ /ɰ/ (see note) T t /t/ As t in tick
H h /h/ As h in hot U u /u/ As u in bull
I ı /ɯ/ Roughly as i in cousin Ü ü /y/ As ue in clue
İ i /i/ As ee in feet V v /v/ As v in waver
J j /ʒ/ As s in measure Y y /j/ As y in yes
K k /k/, /c/ As k in kit Z z /z/ As z in zigzag
L l /ɫ/, /l/ As l in love

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