My sister-in-law Bayram, my sister Hanmengli, Janesen,
I don’t know which of you I should mourn,
Wretched fate, you turn to the left every day,
The world of my heart has perished.
The fate of three people you trampled down to earth,
I wasted my life with grief and sorrow,
Night after night I prayed for God’s mercy,
Even the sky started crying seeing my grief.
Magtymguly, my graceful stature has bent
My veins have gotten tense; my blood has stopped flowing,
Death struck me from three directions,
My mind is blurred, I am lost.