Long Kazakh Poems

The first version

The clouds kiss me from above, the sun caresses,  
I am a son of the steppe,  
Do not call my chest hollow or empty.  
I cherish life, so radiant and...

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I’ll continue telling your lofty song, there are people here who yearn,  
Yearning for the blue lake flown to, did you reach there safe and sound?  
The year you left, with your longing...

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2.Injured people.
Mourning land. Mourning mother!
Do not cry, stand strong our people!
Without trembling, let the wild wolf be,
Will it not heal its wounds with its tongue?
Did cruelty nest in the stone hearts,
Did we receive a curse...

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SNOW LEOPARD II

My name is Asa!
I am a conjured spirit and an evolving
reality in the frigid taiga landscape  between
Angaraland to the north and the Kazakh Steppes
to the south! The indigenous people say I am...

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3. Not seeing his own people for eight months,
Not coming among them for eight months.
In one day, he slaughtered the peaceful folks,
Like a hunter shooting gazelles in the steppe.
Tell me, is your thirst satisfied?
Is this...

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Their faces are wrinkled, scribbled in lines,
Old men in Parliament still cling to their shrines.
Like sparrows on wires, all gathered and still,
Basking in sunlight, as if time stands still.

Recalling their feasts, and what they have...

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Take your earplugs and hear me,
Pay attention, don't look away!
I show a way that will not go astray,
I'll give direction for future way!

Even a fool man can be happy well,
Even the strong man will be...

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Lift your head from the earth, O Kazakh! 
Don’t be a laughingstock to foreign lands’ track. 
If you don’t stand tall with courage inside, 
The pain from your past will never subside!

Don’t be disheartened! You...

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In autumns when my longing grows fierce,
Shall I seek traces of youth’s blazing years?
With carefree hearts, for the sake of our kin,
We’ll live free lives, unburdened within.

The day will come, awaited with yearning,
The day will...

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(The scene from Movie Ulzhan, Drama/German screened at 2007 Festival de Cannes)

( English Style)

I met, Shakuni, in a foreign land
He was a seller of precious words
He travelled a lot and the words he sold.
I met,...

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Read in Kazakh! If you want to understand me,
Think in Kazakh! If you want to understand me!
If you read and think in Kazakh, my words will reach,
We’ll move toward kinship, like siblings born together.

Let’s speak...

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I still didn't get my share from life,
I will not stop fighting until I die.
I will write lot of poem looks like,
Who read remember name of my.

If my ancestors spirit support to me,
From every my...

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Though ice may coat my outward guise,
Inside, my Kazakh flame still flies!
Oh, my people, for your rise,
I was born to seek the skies!
Why must a chosen few divide,
The land’s vast wealth, its rightful pride?
The fight...

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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...

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I was born here to live might, 
I see the interesting power of life. 
So love the people with your heart,
Forgiving people will be easy and light.

Don't praise the greedy briber, 
Don't give in and...

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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...

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PANHANDLING     IN     ALMATY

Used to  think  I was street smart   till a couple of years ago
Touring in  Almaty*,   strolling the street,...

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We tried to be Russian, lost our tongue’s embrace,  
Drifted from our roots, living in a foreign place.  
We sought to be Arab, but we went astray,  
Lost in our faith, we...

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Atyrau and Mangystau, two twin lands,
From the start, we’re kin, united we stand.
We’ve endured the heat like a patient steed,
And in the frost, like a black stallion, we lead.

Through heat and cold, we’ve been thoroughly...

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Each one’s a giant, a tale to unfold,
A living treasure, richer than gold.
With hearts so vast, like the steppe they roam,
The boys of our village, as strong as stone.
Their eyes ablaze like springtime skies,
Pride unyielding,...

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Once stripped of my Kazakh identity,
Mockery was all they gave my country.
But we will still claim our liberty,
And we will still achieve our sovereignty!

We are a proud and gifted nation,
Masters of seventy arts, with fiery...

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Your father is Kazakh, 
you are Kazakh, 
Kazakh is in your family name,
You are in your native country.
Or tell me where are You came?
Tell me truth:
- Is your mother tongue so difficult?
Or the language of...

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You fixed Mongolian stew
on a two ring Russian-made burner.

It was understood,
that we would not be drinking
salted milk tea
in Ulan Bator anytime soon.

I would be moving on,
you would be moving into
this one room, bed-less apartment.

Kazakh embroidery,
added...

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Those who dishonor the mother tongue,
Do not disgrace the blue flag as a diaper.
The blue flag, which was raised without a fall,
Was carried by hero from bullets in January’s call.

Our flag, the color of the...

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