In My Motherland

Oh my crazy soul! Conceiving wishes and peace I find in my motherland,

Determination, learning, diligence, fame, glory, I find in my motherland,

The winter over the raging spring I find in my motherland,

Mourning my death and rejoicing over my birth-relations I 
find in my motherland,

Absurdity of living abroad and the cherished birth place I find in my motherland,

Through its deserts I roamed and its mountains I took for my protection

And the breeze that blew from the valleys I took for Allah’s blessings

Its deserts, rivers, and mountains, I took for the edifice the True One Built,

The dutar became the source of my wisdom, while the great jangling of the gyjak was the pain of my soul

The goal I pursue hard and endless riches and wealth, I find in my motherland,

Grazed our cattle and tended it by nights, roaming over all the Ahal plains without naps,

Heard the voices of my ancestors in its thunder claps,

And my dear mother’s groan in the melodies sung by winds,

Lone I was left, in this world orphan, between Arsh and Kursi,

Alas I lament my soul set on fire, but the place I worship in I find in my motherland,

For I am Aköýly’s son, my head I hold high,

Going through fire and Water never did I complain

Farewell to the bad lot, let me this life enjoy

Time and again the True One and my Lord I pray

My past, my future, amass great wealth I find in my motherland.

(275-njy sah.)