Жүрегім менің қырық жамау

На сорок лоскутьев тоскою

 This harsh world has broken my heart

 Into forty pieces leaving just grief,

 My soul has been savaged and torn apart—

 Now ravaged it lies, deprived of belief.

 My friends have all gone. I’m alone at the end,

  Some renegades fled, some true friends have died.

 There is now not a soul upon whom to depend. ..

 Grabbers and foes on every side.

 All hope has pined and fled far away.

 I gaze at old age now drawing near.

 Fools—there are plenty, carefree and gay,

 But what is the good of having them near?

You martyred for faith, racked and tormented,

Search through my heart with compassionate gaze,

Sense my great pain, forever augmented.

 Take pity on mo through soul-tortured days.

Translated by Tom Bolting