Extracts from moderm Kyrgys poetry
Muratbek Rusbekov
Acknowledgements:
Zamirbek Arzymbekovich Osorov
© Muratbek Rusbekov, 2019
ISBN 978-5-0050-2790-0
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
The poems of Muratbek Rysbekov
translated by Zamirbek Osorov
The fight between tenses
The growing advanced mind
attracted by future
often sealed up
by the present time’s tough rule and rigidness,
which was jealous to progress
fight and fight
tooth and nails
against the very progress
and after the truth become apparent
and when the outdated finally loses this fight
it denying this fight
and then plagiarises the winner.
The birches of Kara-Kulja
The old birches,
like the old aksakals
recalled about far gone young years,
with the picturesque Bregel’s trunks
obliterated and engraved
heavily by times.
Two days ago
one of them fell down at night,
crushed by a strong wind,
and now all his survived comrades
looked so solemn
in deep mourn,
shocked by this tragedy.
This old forest
deployed on the bank of mountain river
is going to extinction
in our eyes,
forgotten
by friends of nature
ecologs and fighters with Global warming,
left along unprotected
into the depth of the countryside
And time is progressively
stealing from that birches
their youth, maturity, memory about happy days
of old generation
and coming offspring,
and even wiping off this crumbled world
from the crumbled memory of locals people.
My sun
You made me happy and warm
exactly like rising sun everyday
I am singing and dancing
at this marvelous morning
blessed by yours kindness and love.
The demand of revolution
Those who eating and drinking
and feeling happy,
let them,
those, who singing and boasting
and bragging —
let them.
My mission in revolution,
which I bringing to all of them,
as a heavenly honey and nectar of reviving and resurrection
to those, who able and ready consume them,
and as poison
for those, who don’t do that
so until the day which coming
let people to live
as they can and want
My mission —
to bring them revolution.
To gets all things done
which brood into a coming generation
and new era,
the new sense of reality and revolution demanded.
The chapel of yours beauty
You broke down and crashed
all others believes, hopes
and idolatries,
which so long nurtured and lived into my soul,
instead on ruin and ashes of them
you do create an mighty altar
of own beauty and pristine excellence
and put them into my soul,
so I am now yours avid disciple or priest
you call me as you like it,
because you are my angel, savior and God.
The shameful easiness
The easiness with which
the Russian experts
enforced to believe our numbskulls in power
that creating railroad
between China and West
going through Kyrgyzstan
not answered to our national interest and strategy
and might be harmful for our independence,
just witnessed about the greatest betrayal potencies
of our governing elite,
which long ago acted and lived and replicated into body of our state
as the pure canserogenic sells.
How we get there?
How we get there,
how we are sagged
into such wasteful
and ravishing style of life,
and dwell on it so long
dear brethren?
How we collectively get here,
dear relatives,
in our countryside,
how we cut sheep and lambs
and ate them
in the sad scene of our brutality
and barbaric self degrading fatality.
The best things for us now —
keep our mind occupied
with something more serious, healthy
pragmatic and productive,
than ate and ate freshly cut and prepared lambs, caws, horses.
Yes, it would me much better
if we are just eating up our livestock at all
and left our nature for wild animal,
but millions offspring of sheep and gouts, caws and horse
multiplying instead of eaten animals
on our degrading pastures
destroying last bastion of our ancient forests
and making significant