Sonu Dag, you are our life,
Ash trees make up your green belt,
When seeing invaders coming towards you,
Your people, Goklen and Yomut, are ready to encounter them.
The hope is that we build pasture in Öyluk,
Have horse races and give prizes,
The hope is that we’ll reap the harvest of wheat in Temete,
All this is for realizing your dream of sharing food.
Amazing hills will stretch one after another,
The hills covered with wild red flowers will cheer you up,
All various cattle will drink,
Cool water from your spring there.
The vegetation growing there is diverse,
Each settlement will have its own valley,
The caravans will pass one after another,
You are on the path to Naybadai.
Magtymguly, when you speak up,
When this time will pass by you,
When your people will leave their places,
How will they tolerate this state of yours?