Wide Zhyloy

Our land is rich with naughty and talents rare, My fate lingers in verses steeped in despair. Think of Zhyloy* when one mentions Aibek's name, And think of Aibek when Zhyloy earns acclaim! At times we are a desert, at times a deep sea, At times we're heavy, at times light and free. I am boundless, vast as Zhylyoi's embrace, For we are twins, inseparable in grace! Sometimes I am present, sometimes I seem gone, At times I'm carefree, at times sorrow is my song. In joy or grief, whatever my plight, I always return to Zhyloy's light. At times my strength overwhelms, a mighty force, At times my ways seem unclear, changing course. To understand me, you must possess a heart, As beats for the homeland, of which I'm a part. *Zhyloy – the region of Kazakhstan, where I was born.