Through windless night the glinting moon
Illuminates in flowing waves
The village nestled in the vale
Where crests the overflowing stream
The thick-trunked, bare-branched tree
speaks in whispers to itself--
don't you see the bustling earth
Turning its face green again?
Notes
In the original Kazakh-tili, this poem has the rhyme scheme abab cdcd, which is very popular in Abai's writings as well as in Kazakh folk songs.
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