The Oath of My Ancestor

One poem of mine that warms the heart, And reveals wondrous secrets from the start. If I am enraptured you by my verse, Remember, I was born in Zhylioy first! To those who delve into life’s deep essence, And find joy in its boundless presence. When my poems shake through the earth, Never think of me as dead of worth! I resonated with my ancestor, Tonykok's lore, And conversed with Kultegin, spirits of yore. I shall not perish while Kazakh blood flows, Through centuries, with you, my spirit grows! I awakened one day with ancestors' might, Hence my tongue remains fearless and bright. Freedom’s pulse beats in my veins, A rhythm alive, unbound by chains! Centuries-old traditions, steadfast and wise, We sought freedom under open skies. Let not outsiders corrupt with their filth, The pure waters of our blood and its wealth! Open your eyes, rise, awaken, Kazakh! Your name was always free, bold Kazakh! To roam like the wind, across the earth, Do not break the oath of your ancestors, Kazakh!