АБАЙ ҚҰНАНБАЕВ
"ҚЫС"
Dressed white, broad-shouldered, its beard is white,
Blind, deaf, doesn't know how to be alive.
From the top to the bottom fulfilled with cold blue frost,
When you step to the ground the crunch will always follow you up.
It breathes with blizzard, frost and snow,
The winter came, grandpa's mood is low.
Like the snowy big mountain he wears a fur hat,
With the help of frost he blooms with red.
He closes his two fog alike eyelashes,
Tired from snowflakes falling from his hat.
Gets angry as how the snowstorm dashes,
Six-wings house shakes its white head.
Curious little children running around,
The face and the hands frostbit and swelled up.
Herdsman with camel robe and sheepskin coat
Impatiently turned his face away from his old goat.
With indefatigable strength to stomp the snow,
Just a bit of time left to horse's time to go.
With frosty winter the wolf's muzzle append,
My herdsmen, don't despise your cattle how you pretend.
Rely animal on the dog and protect them also on your own,
Don't let be defeated by the drowsiness, break the walls with courage!
Better let Kanai to eat than letting it to Kondybai,
Forsake this darn old nasty burrage.
