Due to the cruelty of fate,
The lovers lost their fame,
Due to the cruelty of soil,
Neither life, nor anything was left behind.
Fate is the cause of all disasters,
Unhappiness is the result of fate’s way,
The brave men’s council decayed,
The Community at large ceased its being.
What a torture has been brought by fate,
Sweeping the spirits of my soul and the brightness in my face away
Since everyone has become “smart,”
There was no more demand for the adviser’s art.
Fate, stop seeking reasons,
You, the inflictor of torment to the poor and rich,
Guests are not welcomed anymore,
And elderly are not respected.
The torrents are trapped on mountain slopes,
My mind is lost and my spine is curved,
Magtymguly says: “oh, people of my land,
I have no descendants to leave after me.”