Magtymguly is one of my favorite Turkmen poets, he wrote so many poems related to our life and they are all still amazing us with their meanings. He IS a poet of the highest spiritual dimensions. He has written on a variety of themes – mystical, lyrical, religious, social, patriotic and others which make his poems attract to various strata among the Turkmens and other peoples.He was the great poet of the xviii century who wrote too expressive and predicted poems which touch on deep points of your heart. However, archives yield very little information about Makhtumkuli. What we know about him comes above all from his own poems and from the wealth of popular stories.Kemine who is also regarded as the one the most loved writers of our country said “Magtymguly gathered all corns from the field of the poetry and he left us only the grains to be picked up”.
There are over a hundred manuscripts of Makhtumkuli's collected poems in Turkmenistan, and many others in Iran, Afghanistan and other places; there is one manuscript of Makhtumkuli's poems at the British Library which also has poems by other Turkmen classical poets. None of these manuscripts are complete. The original manuscript of the author has never been discovered. A large manuscript which is believed to belong to Makhtumkuli was seen at the turn of this century, once in a village in northern Iran and another time in Garry Gala in Turkmenistan, but it has not been seen since. Under the Soviet system, people were persecuted for having books with Arabic script in their homes since they were regarded as religious. Many destroyed or buried old manuscripts or even hung them in old wells. Some were discovered after Perestroika, but many had already disappeared and the poet's own manuscript might be among them.
He wrote some poems in the classical forms, but most of them use the popular form "qoshky". Qoshkys are poems consisting of quatrains with lines of eight or eleven occasionally seven syllables. This form of poem, lucidly written and rooted in folklore, creates a musicality which suits Turkmen folk music and makes it easily understood and eagerly taken up by "Bagshys", the folk singers.
He wrote the like "Dawn Is The Time", "When Judgement Day Comes”, "The Twelve Imams", "When I Cease To Be", and others.
Let me also write one of his “Goshgy” "Making My Dear Life Lost":
Making my dear life lost to all that's good,
There are over a hundred manuscripts of Makhtumkuli's collected poems in Turkmenistan, and many others in Iran, Afghanistan and other places; there is one manuscript of Makhtumkuli's poems at the British Library which also has poems by other Turkmen classical poets. None of these manuscripts are complete. The original manuscript of the author has never been discovered. A large manuscript which is believed to belong to Makhtumkuli was seen at the turn of this century, once in a village in northern Iran and another time in Garry Gala in Turkmenistan, but it has not been seen since. Under the Soviet system, people were persecuted for having books with Arabic script in their homes since they were regarded as religious. Many destroyed or buried old manuscripts or even hung them in old wells. Some were discovered after Perestroika, but many had already disappeared and the poet's own manuscript might be among them.
He wrote some poems in the classical forms, but most of them use the popular form "qoshky". Qoshkys are poems consisting of quatrains with lines of eight or eleven occasionally seven syllables. This form of poem, lucidly written and rooted in folklore, creates a musicality which suits Turkmen folk music and makes it easily understood and eagerly taken up by "Bagshys", the folk singers.
He wrote the like "Dawn Is The Time", "When Judgement Day Comes”, "The Twelve Imams", "When I Cease To Be", and others.
Let me also write one of his “Goshgy” "Making My Dear Life Lost":
Making my dear life lost to all that's good,
An evil fate wrought awesome sacrilege,
Hurling the books I'd written to the flood,
To leave me bookless with my grief and rage
To leave me bookless with my grief and rage
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