Real men will never regret,
If they fight with brave men,
A separation ruined my fortune,
with my nation, with my land.
Fate will pick the newly blossomed flowers,
It will make a nightingale impatient,
If a mudflow doesn’t flow along the cliff,
A rock will start crying badly.
No one could escape from death,
It won’t be taken by a courageous man as a companion,
Lions will not be hurt,
By a hundred thousand jackals and wolves.
My destiny made me a prisoner,
The dam of my fate has collapsed,
My love has gone, my happiness is lost,
Magtymguly, all due to misery.