Be our guest - Alykul Osmonov

Our house is waiting for the guest with open doors,
The tastiest dishes for guests – that’s understood.

The flying Elephant - Zamir Osorov

It is not a Fan

But this poetry

Pretends to look like an Elephant.

Consider - Munur Mambetaliev

Friend, when you visit cemeteries, don’t be afraid.

All the dead are Kyrgyz, and most of them you know.

Over here is Kerim. You knew him well.

And Karakoichu. Alym. Bekish. Sabyr. And the others . . .

Jakïp dreams about Manas - Anonymous

"Until Manas reaches the age of twelve,

Until he grows into manhood,

Achieves the stature of a brave man,

And takes a spear in his hand

My English - Zamir Osorov

It was very hard for me
to speak with the West
through translators,

Fatherland - Alykul Osmonov

Dress warmer, the road with ice and snow is spread
The winter's severe, the blizzard howls at hand
Your ice chill I take upon my own head
By the road I will wait, stop awhile, my Fatherland!