A hero will be born to a brave man,
A coward will never be brave, indeed.
There is a fire burning in a wolf’s eyes
Jackals and foxes will never be wolves, indeed.
Speak aloud what you know,
If a nightingale is separated from a rose,
Know this, a son of Adam, there is no other land,
Other than your Motherland.
If this world is wonderful,
If the whole world is full of sun rays and sunshine,
If God took mercy on you in the first place,
Neither body nor soul will be suffering from pain.
Magtymguly, perceive it with all your brain,
You poured so many tears from your eyes,
Your head of grief has reached the age of fifty,
There is no pain worse than that.