I lost patience with my beautiful life, what do I have to do with my soul?
My sun having settled down has become friends with blood.
The flame of love is so painful; there is no remedy for it,
No remedy will heal the soul once burnt; it will not burn if you burn it anymore.
Due to the turning fate, some are khans, others are beggars,
Some are hoarders, they will store up wealth, hurrying in this transient world.
My heart is on fire, not a single butterfly will come close by,
Magtymguly will have to leave this world with unfulfilled dreams in his heart.