Oh, Lord, with your miracle,
You created me from nothing.
By taking me away from my fellow friends,
You made me suffer greatly.
You didn’t make me lucky enough,
And didn’t hear my supplications.
You didn’t make me the father of the world of knowledge,
But made me ever in need of wealth.
By separating me from my relatives and parents,
And from my brother,
By separating me from my people and my land,
You turned me into a wanderer.
Magtymguly, all in grief,
Shedding tears from his eyes,
He makes his pleadings to the Almighty,
You made me suffer so much.