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.
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