Will Leave – Magtymguly Pyragy

Will Leave
Oh, a son of Adam, the fate
Will come and cut out your robe.
It will stab you with its dagger,
A killer will spread your blood around.
Do not live with passion for this world,
Wandering in places forgotten by God,
Those whom you visited once
Will pass way at the blink of an eye.
If you die, who will remember you?
The racehorses will stay behind neighing,
The fine young men who rode them,
Will leave and embrace the black soil.
The end of the world is not stable,
Fire is the home of those who forgot their prayers,
Death is a bitter sweetness,
Everyone will taste it and leave this world.
Your soul dreams: I wish I would not die,
I wish not to stay alone in the grave.
If you’re disloyal to your Lord,
Faith will run away from you.
Magtymguly, what a world it is,
Looks like a wonderful caravanserai,
The world is like a mean woman,
She will embrace you once and leave.
Magtymguly Pyragy

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