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I
used to remember Görogly at that time. His enemies took his head and
went away. They did it in order to prevent the Türkmens from ever
uniting again under a leader. But Jygalybeg is alive. There is no place
in the whole story that says that Jygalybeg died. Perhaps Jygalybeg has
been waiting until now for a courageous young Türkmen to come to life.
We need courageous, lion-like, tough young men to take care of enslaved
Türkmens. We need Görogly Beg.
I
tried to express my feelings, which I could not supress in myself, which
became knot on knots on my throat, which
brought
me almost to the edge of frenzy, maddness, in the following poem:
Jygalybeg
I
have powerful Türkmen thoroughbred, would you groom it Jygalybeg ?
I
have also a broken and uneased heart, would you groom it, Jygalybeg ?
My
bowers are shackled, my Çandybil is a grieved country now,
And
our ill-fortune never awakens, unless you, unless you
, Jygalybeg!
Where
are the mountain-like valiants who rose against the black mountain?
Alas,
sorrowing are the stately valiants that fought against the bad lot !
Many
heroic and wise fell martyred, so that I was left behind lonely, abandoned,
Even
the dessert bent double with pain, moaning. Can you hear, Jygalybeg ?
The
prosperous wealthy men were collected, suffered, and sent to exile in
Siberia,
The
lion-hearted brave fell as martyr in the fight and already became graves,
Your
orphan cried bitterly, left all alone, no strength, patience, endurance,
All
my land weep and my folk bewailed, the country in disorder, Jygalybeg !
I
have powerful Türkmen thoroughbred, would you groom
it Jygalybeg ?
I
have also a broken and uneased, heart, would you groom it, Jygalybeg ?
Lend
me Göroglys curved sword and your spear to me, Jygalybeg !
No
fear! I shall fight to death. Give me your own crown, Jygalybeg !...
(29-31)
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