Let's, O my heart, walk my heart. Let's look around our land.
With lions in its fields, the beautiful land of Türkmen,
Now the day has come for the poor, sad, brave, men,
You are the Türkmen, with such heroes like Jelaleddin.
Let's select a thousand-winged horse
And travel praying over her plains and mountains
And seek for the ancestors who became part of them,
And You are the Türkmen which hosts 360 saints
The old people are as wise as Gorkut
The mothers are as merciful as İunus
If you feel lonely and sigh, you see compassion
You are the Türkmen with beautiful houri-like girls like Agaıunus
You are braver than the brave, just find an opponent as you are
You are a lion more than a lion, just find a battle field for you
Let your cream boil over always, never feel the lack of it,
You are the Türkmen, with Garagum, so many minerals in its core
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.
The rich and noble are godly like saints
Your horsetail-standard is always hoisted brightly,
You words are fine, pleasing, and heart is illuminated
You are the Türkmen, with his face and heart smiling
Oguz is your forefather, and Gorkut is your master,
Your memory is the history of the sixty ages.
Your Garagum is your table and treasure,
Your provision is blessed, you are the prosperous Türkmen.