Where Are You – Magtymguly Pyragy

Where Are You
What should I do, he whose throne is ruined, my Suleyman where are you?
I almost spared my soul, my only belief; where are you?
The owner of my throne and crown, oh my sultan, where are you?
The iris of my eyes, the one blessed by God, where are you?
My beloved mother, my Mecca Medina, my precious one, where are you?
No smile touched your face for the sufferings brought to you by this fate,
Never did you take me in your hands, saying: oh, my poor boy,
Never did you grant a look of passion filling joy at my celebrations,
Never did you stop to inquire what fate sent to me,
My beloved mother, my Mecca Medina, my precious one, where are you?
If I tell all what I feel looking at this world,
Will I find you, my precious beauty, if I go in search for you?
If I go to the desert, and weep there days and nights,
If I look for you in this world abandoning everything else,
My beloved mother, my Mecca Medina, my precious one, where are you?
I didn’t see your flower-like face due to the fate,
She was unaware of the fate’s chosen path because of all her mourning,
She left this world and freed herself from the troubles,
Oh, and now I do not notice spring, Nowruz or winter passing by.
My beloved mother, my Mecca Medina, my precious one, where are you?
I might be blind not to notice the sufferings you endured,
My face turned into black with shame among whole communities.
My sweet words turned into poison today;
My mountains turned into deserts, my plains turned into mountains,
My beloved mother, my Mecca Medina, my precious one, where are you?
Being left alone in this world my soul will be filled with turbulence,
Without you I am a poor man, what do I have to do, a poor thing?
This world lost its value and became a prison for me,
If I roam like a sheep, will I find a sign?
My beloved mother, my Mecca Medina, my precious one, where are you?
Oh, father, the sun turned into blood not being able to tolerate this pain,
The fate might get into a fight with your dearest soul,
Bloody tears were flowing like a flood from my eyes,
I swallowed the deadly poison and the final clothes were put on me,
My beloved mother, my Mecca Medina, my precious one, where are you?
If I faced it now I would definitely fight it,
My heart suffered so much due to the separation, granted by the wretched fate,
Severe winds blow away the blossom, the garden is completely emptied,
God will not hear my complaints, my heart is on fire,
My beloved mother, my Mecca Medina, my precious one, where are you?
The mountains and rocks will cry along the mud streams,
The rivers of Amu Darya and the Nile appealed to Almighty God,
Look, a nightingale was captured in a garden by a hyacinth,
My father Azady is crying—together with my people, Goklen and Yomut,
My beloved mother, my Mecca Medina, my precious one, where are you?
Your beautiful moon left this transient world to the eternal life,
Your palace is abandoned by its Sultan, can’t keep its tears.
The string of my bow broke off, and it is worthless without its arrows.
I am telling the truth, and it might be that your place is in paradise,
My beloved mother, my Mecca Medina, my precious one, where are you?
Magtymguly says: I completed this destan,
And I, your poor child, climbed the mountain and cried.
I thought of the Creator, knowing he will be my remedy on the Day of Judgment,
Not a single person is left in this world whom I did not ask,
My beloved mother, my Mecca Medina, my precious one, where are you?
Magtymguly Pyragy
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