The language of lovers dispenses with words.
With their looks, with an inner sense they converse..
Believe it or sneer at it — just as you wish,
But a lad or a lass in love never errs.
I, too, knew that language some decades ago.
And whenever addressed I would let my heart go.
Then that language was near and clear as could be;
Now, alas, it is long since foreign to me.
Translated by Dorian Rottenberg
Абай өлеңдері ағылшынша аудармамен!
