This land is Türkmen territory in which Hydyr walks in beautiful deserts, Kowus walks in shadowy mountains, Kyýas walks on the shrinking shore of the sea.

Türkmens seek refuge in its territory, so like a laden table. This territory is called Türkmen land which has been made of pearls, diamonds and gold! Its soil is its treasury, its subterranean resources are its treasury, its mountains and its sea are its treasury. We produce crops in this land in all seasons. They are harvested, their seeds multiplied by thousands and returned back to the soil.

This Türkmenistan is trustworthy like the Türkmen’s promise, high-ranking in honor, sacred like the Türkmen’s home, miraculous like the Türkmen’s belief.

In the blue sky of this land white geese and cranes prepare for wedding days, beautiful springs and summers come from the sky of this magical land, and clouds with rains and thunderbolts make the Türkmen homeland very green and contented.

The happiness of the Türkmen Spring cannot fit into a Türkmen’s soul and the land and sky tell its story, the roses bloom from the stones.

We say welcome and open our arms to those who come to these lands. World travellers, our gate and soul are open. Come and visit us! Come and travel in the lands of Oguz Han, Gorkut Ata, Seljuk Han, Alp Arslan, Melikşah, Soltan Sanjar, Görogly and Magtymguli.

My fellow countrymen, though you are not travellers, you visit this territory, touch the soil on which many valued people, rulers and your ancestors lived.