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They
Said
The
snow-capped Köpetdag has a lovely tune, they said,
Roars
from time to time like a young man burned inside, they said,
Has
rains coming with thunder and lightning, they said,
Wandering
the Türkmen land, there is a lot worth looting, they said,
There
is the wisdom of Gorkut-Ata on her mountains, they said.
Her
valleys and mountain ranges are like paradise
The
shadows of the clouds roam over her ravines,
The
Köpetdag is no ordinary mountain, this is the spring of a fortune,
The
Köıten, Hasar and Balkan mountains and the whole Türkmen world,
There
is the majesty of Oguz Han on their mountains, they said.
Tigers
roar in her canyons and her summits are cloudy,
Her
mountains where the eagles nest on their heights remain always young,
The
great land, on her outskirts mountain cities are built, is safe,
There
are bowers in Çandybil and the future is the time of magnificence,
There
are the messages of Görogly on her mountains, they said.
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