On the top of high mountains,
Clouds will play with rain streams,
Any work which comes with people,
Is a holiday and feast for a brave man.
Those who spoke became deaf and dumb,
Gold, silver corroded and turned into rust,
When a mosquito was equal to an elephant
When they compete with each other.
Calves will run to the pastures,
The good bulls will start first,
The perfect horses will be distinguished,
Even when dressed in old and ragged clothes.
Saints will distance themselves from evil deeds,
The lions from eating leftovers of fox,
Indeed it will make you vomit,
If you find a hair in your food.
A real believer will turn to God,
An evil man will get what he deserves,
Magtymguly, will conceal his faults,
With his treats, saber or words.