Erect on my horse, no one can dismount me.
I am an only child, I have no brother or sister,—
Keep an Arab horse, hold a shield of iron.
Kurooghlee!
“If I breathe, the ice of the mountains melts,
The water of my eyes would turn a mill,
So said Jonas the Puree,—
Keep an Arab horse, hold a shield of iron.
Kurooghlee!”
A Toorkmun house.