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