Between the Jeyhun and Hazar sea,

The winds blow above the desert of the Turkmen.

The apple of my black eyes the flowers blooming on the lea,

Rushed valleys strongly, from the hills of the Turkmen.

The Almighty blessed with care this land.

The camels graze in the desert with a band,

Its green meadows blossom in every hand,

Covered with flowers the desert of the Turkmen.

With colorful dresses ladies like fairies,

With the sweet smells of ambergris, my country was like a faery,

Beg, Tore and Aksakgal are owners of the land only.

Becomes crowded, friendly people of the Turkmen.
 

With brave ancestors, Turkmen are the brave’s sons,

The brother of Gorogly, his spirit is very high,

If hunters hunt for him with his horses run

Never caught be alive, the lion son of the Turkmen.

When they unite tribes’ souls, hearts, and minds,

The stones of the ground become a mild,

When Turkmen gathered to share a meal of every kind,

Will raise high,  the destiny of the Turkmen.

The spirits get high when on the back of the horse,

With a glance he makes mountains get the bogs,
When the rivers are full, bringing honey within the cost,

Dams cannot stand before the floods of the Turkmen.

Never stay alone, nor trampled down in the gale,

Not dependent on either violence or stare,

Never be separated from the nightingale,

Blossomed with ambergies the flowers of the Turkmen.

All clans are at peace, all tribes are brothers,

Almighty blessed, in fortunes wouldn’t bother,

Braves straddle their horse, to fight the land of the fathers,

Towards the battles, go the long pass of the Turkmen.

The spirits are high, the heads cool inside,

He will crumble the stones nothing can stop beside,

Cast a glance anywhere it will be for me insane

Magtymguly will be spoken, the tongue of the Turkmen.

Terjime eden: Jennet Allanazarowa,
Lebap welaýatynyň Köýtendag  etrabynyň  40- njy  orta
mekdebiň iňlis dili mugallymy,
ilkinji ýaşlar guramasynyň işjeň agzasy.