I’ve opened my mouth, closed my eyes,
Stretched out my hand towards the basin.
On the basin there was,
A hopeless man ready to be mourned.
The master stood up and invited,
Some were late, others were on time,
The basin was prepared for a hopeless man,
I desired to stop him.
I felt myself immature there,
I suffered because I fell in love,
A red veil covering a flower-like face,
Averted down away from me.
He who wanted to hear of this world,
Will lose all the wealth he had,
Those in love will sacrifice their lives,
If only they were offered a cup.
This world is like a guesthouse,
Those who come will leave this world,
Magtymguly begs for help,
From Hydyr and Ilyas.