The Türkmen Ahalteke horses 

If one wants to create a model of endurance, beauty and purity, then one should take the Ahalteke horse as an example.

(26.) 


I have powerful Türkmen thoroughbred, would you groom it Jygalybeg ?

I have also a broken and uneased heart, would you groom it, Jygalybeg ?

My bowers are shackled, my Çandybil is a grieved country now,

And our ill-fortune never awakens, unless you, unless  you…, Jygalybeg!  

(30)


I want to make the young Türkmen alert to this simple fact and to awaken his whole heart and mind to this fact. Why is the Türkmen people a great people? There are various reasons. “Ruhnama” focuses on all those great Türkmens. They are great because such great Türkmens made their own historians and foreign historians say that the Türkmen has been alive for five thousand years.

The Türkmen is all the greater for valuing creativity. These values were quickly accepted in the early ages of mankind. Within these values, there are both moral and material values.

The most immediately visible aspects of our nation are the striking material values: the horse, the carpet, our musical instruments (dutar), jewellery and ornaments, local/native breed/species dog (alabay), the yellowish breed of sheep and the genus of white wheat. It is obvious that there is no need to find evidence to prove that these belong to the Türkmens. They are there in full view for all to see. Moreover these values are all pure values which have reached the zenith of their maturity in their areas. In short, these are unique and inimitable values without compare.

(66.) 


There was white wheat five thousand years ago, too.

The same must be said of the Türkmen horse of Ahalteke, the Türkmen iti (dog), the carpet and the other artefacts.

(67.) 


If the spirit of the Türkmen is accepted as ‘horse’ in the fifth period, then it must be ‘eagle’ in the third period. 

(112.) 


In the past our ancestors presented themselves to the world by the strength of their swords; now, we should present ourselves with our rationality and with our immense spiritual values. Türkmenistan is known for its unique Ahalteke horses, for its carpets that are examples of the wonders of the world’s art, and for its limitless wonders of nature.

(158.) 


How can a man who rides horses, learns to fight at four or five years of age and is trained for war not be brave?

How can our nation not be brave and self-sacrificing, when all our books, epics and talks are related to the homeland and bravery?

The vizier of Baly Beg in the epic of Görogly said to his Soltan, “My Soltan, if you want the Türkmen to be slaves, be sure that the first thing that you should do is to take them off their horses.”

In the end the enemy understood this.

They managed to make Türkmens dismount and took away our horses at the end of the last century.

(172.) 


The travellers that came to our country said that the Türkmen horses were well-kept and ready for war throughout the year. More interestingly, young Türkmen men are also ready for war throughout the year. In contrast to the other peoples of Central Asia, even the farmers and the keepers of animals in our country do not like meat very much. They consume it as fried dried meat. It is easy to prepare food from dried meat and this meat can be conserved for a long time. The most famous food of the Türkmens is bread; much care is taken in baking bread. There is no need to eat anything else with the bread because it is delicious on its own. The Türkmen, who gives hay to his horse, himself eats bread made of dries wheat. He drinks the milk of the camel and also gives it to his horse. So he and his horse are always pure and healthy.

(181.) 


When it becomes evident that Türkmens will go to war, they pay attention to what they eat for three or four days before the battle. They feed themselves up on melted white fat, and they exercise to become supple. They always have logala (a round food made up of oil or dough for the animals) for their horses. Logala is made of a mixture of the tail fat of the sheep and salt. It is given to Türkmen horses which will go to battle. If the war lasts a long time, then the soldier will give more logala to the horse. It gives the horse more stamina. It can maintain its strength even if it does not eat for a few days after eating logala. Our shepherds still drink a half plate of melted fat before noon in summer so that they do not become hungry and thirsty until the evening.

(182.)


At the period when Oguz Han’s state was not yet very powerful, taking advantage of this situation, a powerful state tried to capture Oguz land by war. The enemy sent a messenger and demanded the best horse in the Oguz country.

Oguz Han’s commanders put forward their ideas:

“The enemy is ill-meaning. Let us make war, but let us not give the pedigree horse.”

Oguz Han said to them:

“It is wrong to prefer the worst, when what is only worse is still possible. One never knows, we may lose all our horses if we are defeated. Give him the horse and let him go!”

(246.) 


History is your ancestors and grand children

And grandfathers, father, children and nation.

Entering the most fortified palaces with your horse,

You are the Türkmen with strong and agile arms.

(274.) 


This spirit now takes the form of a horse. The spirit of this age requires that not only the traditional musical instruments of deprek, kopuz, dutar, gyjak are played but that 72 instruments are played harmoniously. The horse took its place in the Türkmen flag and brought Golden life, Golden spirit and contentment to the Türkmen soil. The horse became an example and a symbol of the Türkmen nation’s affluence and wealth, Golden spirit, and Golden life.   (297.) 


I sometimes get so tired. I take the first opportunity to visit the stables at that time. My white horse starts neighing and moving around when he hears my footsteps. He expresses his love for me like that. He approaches. I caress his head. I comb his mane. I look into his eyes that are like apples. Görogly’s saying comes into my mind: “White horse, if you can speak, then do so.” Although he can’t speak, he expresses his pleasure with his eyes. I feel like I should give him a hug. Then I remember Görogly again. I understand better why he says, “I didn’t wish I had a son, but I wished I had my horse.”  (343.)