Tell a young man, who has no shame or dignity,
Today is his time.
Let him gather riches like Karun,
The treasury is empty–it is his time.
Oh, what should I do, my luck is wretched,
My heart and my soul are torn into pieces,
Tell my wishes to my beloved,
That she is a remedy for my suffering.
My joyful market fell apart,
My pain is increasing day by day,
My eyes are not able to see anymore,
As if there is a haze of the mountains in front of them.
Having seen your face—the only child,
I came walking from Khiva,
I came riding my horse through the desert,
I came; this is the order from God.
Magtymguly, your pain is obvious,
You properly explained everything,
But learned to hold your tongue, not to get into trouble,
Your eloquence is awesome.