Oh, fairy, I am in love with you and I am on fire, to be frank,
Not seeing your flower-like face, I cannot find peace, to be frank.
I had heard a name of one fairy in your city, your name,
I am your poor nightingale; I am howling and moaning, to be frank.
I am a merchant; I sell goods of love,
I came to your city just as a merchant, to be frank.
I won’t dare to go to your city, I am afraid of wantonness and sins,
I remember the words of seven pirs, to be frank!
Oh, fairy, your curls; to be frank, all my desire is to be at the service
Of a beauty like you with all my heart and soul, says Magtymguly.