They will write thick books dedicated to me

Even if I die, my poems will blaze like fire, Conquering the heart of the Earth entire. Wise men who once refused to know my name Will write thick books in my honor and fame. When the all strength of lies are spent, Truth seizes them by the collar, intent. This treacherous world are in endless strife, Does it ever pause, even for a blink of life? Oh, my weeping Kazakh, you are in sorrow deep, Oppression and cruelty their power keep. Lives are taken, lives are given in the struggle above, For wealth that offers no one true love! Cruelty knows no shame or sense of honor, Avoid it, if you have the strength to conquer. Though the greedy find the wide world too small, The earth's grave will have room for all. May the generations have bright and shining faces, Let them define their goals and find their places. May their lives, not just their palaces, shine, With winters, springs, summers, and autumns divine.