Kazakhstan is good

Kazakhstan is good, Kazakhstan is great.

We are not full of anger or hate.

We love all nations, we love every face,

But we will fight for freedom with God's amazing grace.

We do not like to fight, we do not like to kill.

But we will fight for freedom, if war is what you will.

Kazakhstan is good, Kazhsatan is great,

We are not full of anger or hate.

Mishenko T.F.

Oh, my luckless kazakh

Oh, my luckless Kazakh, my unfortunate kin,

An unkempt moustache hides your mouth and chin.

Blood on your right cheek, fat on your left –

When will the dawn of your reason begin?

Your looks are not bad and your numbers are vast,

Yet why do you change your favors so fast?

You will never listen to sound advice,

Your tongue in its rashness is unsurpassed.

Unable to manage your property,

Day and night, care and worry are all you see,

Now haughty, now wearing a look of offence,

Constant ia nought but inconstancy.

All sorts of scurvy, and petty scum

Have crippled your soul for years to come.

No hope of improvement have you until

Master of your own fate you become.

Kinsmen for trifles each other hate.

God bereft them of reason – such is their fate.

No honor, no harmony, only dissent;

No wonder cattle is scarcer of late.

Over money and power hostilities rage.

You look on while your lords in wrangles engage.

If you fail to cast off those honourless knaves

Fear and shame will your lot be through age after age.

How can your heart be at ease, I ask,

If you can’t even face the easiest task?

If you cannot muster firmness and pluck,

My folk, you will always be out of luck,

Yet if anyone tells you the right thing to do

You abuse and revile him, so stupid are you.

Serikbayeva G.K.

Oh, kazakhstan, I’m in love with you!

Oh, Kazakhstan, I’m in love with you

Remember, Kazakhstan, you are great

Not in the field of battles past

But in the green fields full of wheat.

And forests, gardens free of dust.

I love you deeply, dear land,

Your hills and rivers, sand on strand.

Your songs and dances, lakes and seas,

Your beasts and fish, birds in trees,

Your sunrise is a splendid sight,

Which gives me always such delight!

My Kazakhstan, you are my life!

That is so happy in your wide

And endless, awesome – heaven’s hight

That gives to fertile soil its light.

Beneath the great sun lies my land.

So vast and marvellous and grand!

The spirits of your fathers

Shall start from every blade.

For the steppe was their field of fame

And the steppe was their grave.

The glorious flag of Kazakhstan

Will always wave and shine

Like its gleaming blue of heaven

And golden sunshine divine.

We love you, dear Kazakhstan

Your lakes, and hills, and skies, and rivers.

Your fame and people and your spirit

Your finest future we believe in!

Kochergina N.S.

Addressing to a friend

You know, my true friend

There is a wonderful country on the Land –

In Kazakhstan throughout

Vast steppes, rivers, forests, mountains and sand.

It is in my heart,

It’s in the center of Eurasian continent

I am your part, I work for Art

My native Kazakhstan – you are my Fatherland.

You give me opportunities and right

Much to create,

To live and study, to love and to be happy,

You always stretch me helpful hand.

Through years

Thanks to wise hardworking Kazakhstani people

The country’s flourishing

Developing and moving peacefully ahead.

Believe me, that’s my life thread

To serve my people worthy

There’s no better country in the world

For me and you, my bosom friend.

Let be the sun shining

Let my people be healthy and smiling

Let be the harvests increasing

Let my Kazakhstani folk be freely breathing.

Morozova A.

PART XVII: KAZAKH FOLK TALES