The advance to Heaven. Extracts from moderm Kyrgys poetry

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and when the outdated finally loses this fight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 impact

to Global warming.

With Chingiz Aitmatov

The method of self-foollation

There are severe flaws in augment

of all our so attractive theoretical conceptions and conclusions

who takes this mistakes and ramifies them in the whole,

creating a universe of illusions and blunders.

We get some wacky questions

like who created God?

Why the theory of Multiverse

not logged scientifically

in way checkable by experiences?

How we get sagged in

and dwelled on it fatally?

The best thing for us now —

to keep our mind with something serious,

much more serious

then wandering in pure dreams and phantasies

without being hardwiring to reality at all.