My favorite Mengli, I cannot come, fearing your influences,
Having fallen in love with your eyes and black eyebrows, I am enslaved.
Executioners would tie me, a poor servant, with chains,
When there is no support on your behalf, what will become of me?
They’ll kill me just like Nesimi was killed, and they will give me to be eaten up by dogs,
And vultures will fight between themselves over my dead body.
My bones, swept by the wind, will be sent to Hell,
Thus my captivated dear soul of mine will end up in Hell.
The Hell fire won’t burn me, each strand of hair given to me will protect me,
Hold me in the trap and take me to your black shiny snake-like braids.
Being capable of bolting snakes from the valley, they will become Satan’s companions,
So, set me free, my beloved Mengli, don’t lead me, a poor man, astray.
Magtymguly, you should take the name of Pyragy,
When you thought that you freed yourself from the snake, you encountered a separation.