The pain burns in my consciousness
By a fresh disturbed wound:
Why is your shape, Khan Tengri
Bewitched by a gloomy fog?
Seeing your silhouette torn apart
My heart is beating all the more strongly
As if at a pillory, wild villains beat the slave...
Tell me, ancient and mighty:
How do you avoid burdensome light
Blackened by a wave of heavy clouds
How do you pa** through thousand centuries?
Why does your bottom poplar turn yellow before the autumn rain?
Why is it so sad?
Open the secrets, two-humped top
Deep and long truthfulness!
Free wind brings to you powerful screams
From the beautiful valleys
Clouds are breaking off above you
It's splashing a surf of new life...
Why is your shape, Khan Tengri
Bewitched by a gloomy fog?
Seeing your silhouette torn apart