The Time Has Come – Magtymguly Pyragy

The Time Has Come
What can I do? Aged destiny, my life-long enemy,
Still alive, has come to me.
Let me share with you all my sufferings,
The hair of my head standing on end.
My eyes are deprived of shining luster,
No apples, pomegranates are left in my orchard,
For the sufferings brought by beloved Mengli,
My heart is on fire, boiling and burning.
No longer can I sing and play my music,
If only Allah could hear my melody,
My star has disappeared from sight,
My Moon has set, my Sun is down.
All the offered food is like a poison,
Go and see to be sure our brothers have left,
All friends and trusted ones scattered away,
Crossing over to Iran, Asia and Afghanistan.
The path of Islam is not followed,
No one intends to pursue it,
Magtymguly, imbued with such a passion
Stop it, you are gripped with madness.
Magtymguly Pyragy
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