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.