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The poem \u00abKobylandy Batyr\u00bb is one of the most prominent heroic poems of the Kazakh folk epic and a work that has entered the golden fund of national literature and oral literature. This epic depicts the feat of a brave hero who defended his country from an invading enemy, his wise wife Kurtka, and his horse Taiburyl, who are unique in their appearance.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Koblandy marries the beautiful Kortka<\/p>

Once upon a time,
A man of wealth Toktar
was living a cushy life.
He had all sorts of wealth,
the full of cattle ninety groves,
to fettle those herds \u2014 ninety slaves,
Yestimshe was a lead of slaves.
Seems nothing wrong,
all is in wellness,
but Toktarbay was childless.
With that he couldn\u2019t stop crying,
mind fixed of God,
he was in praying,
as the cattle can depleted ownerless.
Doing the round of all sacred site,
he was asking God for a child.
A horse dedicated in the name of saint,
and the sheep sacrifice to the Korasan,
recommending his soul to God,
he fell down bone-tired
and full of spiny reed all his round.
He turned to pray to a nurse of souls,
the nurse of souls gave an earnest,
the nurse of souls sent a message to Toktarbay:
\u00abGet up quickly. God has given you a baby.\u201d<\/p>

It was a prophetic dream,
He would have a daughter and a son,
So the old lady and old man
met each other in fine.
\u00abSeems God granted us a wish,
and the God
cheers the heart\u00bb saying this he hurried up
to made a day of his wife,
But the poor old couple
bored in waiting to no avail.
Then God Zhappar sent a reliance
suddenly and just barely,
there happened a prodigy.
So, again and again,
Toktarbay, in his nineties
dedicated horses in the name of saints,
and to the Korasan sacrificed sheeps,
recommended his soul to God,
and one more time sacrificed his herds.<\/p>

So, when he came, some days later to home, in nine months and ten days the old lady Analyk in her sixties had contractions of labor pains, even expulsive labor pains. She gave a birth to a daughter and a son, an to top it all \u2013 he was handsome. The likes of wealthy Toktarbay has invited whole country, has organized a party, has gifted many poor, in-need people and has named his son. He had a big affair and fed the poor. They named the boy Koblandy and the girl Karlyga. The people ate, enjoyed and left the party at the end.<\/p>

The heart is seized with perfect calm,
The worls is not small anymore,
Toktarbay\u2019s heart sings with pleasure,
And seems he became hugely wealthy further.<\/p>

The boy reached the age of six. Thinking of grazing the vast herds of cattle, he chose a light bay with a mole, joined Yestimshe and experienced hunting with hounds and hawking, and has been living the life of Riley.
Once he heard a clatter and chatter outside. Koblandy asked:
\u2014 Hey, Yestimshe, what is that about? And Yestimshe said followings:
\u2014 There is an old lady Koklen in Kyzylbash, she is a king. And this old lady put a high column in the middle of the land, placed a golden tenge-money on its very top and saying \u00abWhoever is a man of spirit and has a strong religion, can do the shot\u00bb and promising \u201cWhoever hits the center of the target, my daughter \u2013 the beautiful Kurtka will marry him.\u00bb The heroes from all over the world can not shoot at a target of one hundred sazhen and hit the tenge. And Koblandy replied:
\u2014 If I join it and can hit the target, do you thing the old lady gives her blessing to me to marry her daughter? Yestimshe said:
\u2014 \u00abEven if you hit the target, you won\u2019t get her\u00bb. If you ask why, there is a tall man of forty arshin named Kyzyl yer (Red Man) and he is the greatest enemy of God. He is in love with this girl and said \u00abI would marry her even if I hit the target or not\u00bb. He won\u2019t let you marry her even if you hit the target. You are immaturate, impuberal and he is out of your league.
So passed a few days. Went by a few nights. But the noice was not quite, and little Koblandy bent down and went there. He started watching. One by one many were shooting, but no one could hit.
Meanwhile it was Koblandy\u2019s turn. He shot a bow, hit the target, so the tenge scattered in the air and fell down to the ground. Seeing this, the old lady Koklen said:
\u2013 Oh, my dear torch, I see you are the Muslim. You earned this not for your strength, but for the nobility of your religion. I also convert to your religion by faith, and I bless your marriage with my daughter.
During the wedding party to marry her daughter, the old lady handed over a dower loaded on ninety camels and said:
\u2014 One of a female essence is being an enemy of a man, my dear. Never allow with goodwill heart-to-heart talk with her. My daughter has no tongue, speaks thickly, like a tree eaten by worms. Never yell at her angrily as \u00abI\u2019ll teach you\u00bb, nor cause actual bodily harm.
They were almost leaving when the forty arshin Kyzyl yer came across.
\u00abI cannot allow to leave my sister without organizing a party with plenty of games for forty days and wedding ceremony for forty days\u00bb he said. Koblandy asked:
\u2014 What do you play, hero? Kyzyl yer answered:
\u2014 Let\u2019s play \u201cpick up tenge from the ground\u201d.
Koblan was agree and saying \u201cDeal\u00bb picked up the tenge from the ground, and riding his light bay with a mole horse galloped away. Kyzyl yer couldn\u2019t pick it up as his horse was untamed. Koblandy said:
\u2014 Oh, hero, seems your horse is untamed. When I was young, I used to tie this horse\u2019s back and ruled this fractious horse. Now it\u2019s more soft horse \u2013 saying these he encitingly deceived the hero. So, there is a common saying \u201cThe hero is harum-scarum, and the rich is indifferent\u201d.
Here Kyzyl yer replied:
\u00abThen tie my hands and feet in the same way\u00bb and even gave his saddlebow straps to tie. Koblandy asked:
\u2014 If this one saddlebow strap is enough to tie your hands and feet? Kyzyl yer said:
\u2014 I used to tie a lot of enemies with that saddlebow strap. It\u2019s made of witch\u2019s skin lived during Shanshar Khan\u2019s period. It\u2019s very strong rope and wouldn\u2019t part.
At his request Koblandy tied Kyzyl yer with his saddlebow strap, pulled with a calf skin whip the mottled horse, and the horse galloped off with a mighty heave, killed the hero by hitting him to mountains, rocks and stones. At that moment, the girl said to Kurtka:
\u2014 Kyzyl yer has two small children, Aganas and Toganas. You should kill them. Otherwise, when they grow up, would take revenge for the death of their father.
\u2014 Don\u2019t be so sure. It remains to be seen, said Koblandy and they left that place.<\/p>

Kortka takes care of horse Taiburyl<\/p>

They moved to live in a different place. There were herds of horses among that places. And the beautiful Kurtka kept an eye on a one mare:
\u00abOh, hero, you should to buy this mare even if you have to give me for it\u00bb she said. Koblandy replied:
\u2014 If I give you then I should receive cattles of whole one tribe. But Kurtka said:
\u2013 This mare is pregnant and has a roan foal inside. If it gives a birth safely then I will give you this foal, as a bay horse is not suitable for riding during battles, and to join disputes, and is bred of cut-plug horse.
Then the hero agreed:
\u00abI would learn who is owner of the herd\u00bb and went to talk with horseherd, who were sleeping at the foothiil.
\u2014 Whose herd is this? \u2013 he asked. The chief of the ninety slaves was Karakoshek:
\u2014 They belong to Salimbay \u2013 was the answer. He learned the real states of things and it turned out that Salimbay is a younger brother of his father Toktarbay. Koblandy batyr told to Koshek:
\u2014 Go to see Salimbay and say that your kid brother is starting a family. And also tell him to take my ninety loaded up camels in change of the old roan horse. Karakoshek went to see the owner and delivered the message from Koblandy.<\/p>

Salimbay\u2019s voice rose highly,
words tumbled from lips easily
and he spoke almost crying:
\u00abOh my dear, kid brother,
what a day we are having.
Let the God bless you,
invisible 40 sacred geniuses
always holding you.
And let us live faultless and see it with you\u201d
Wait here, Koshek a little bit,
You mean this serios, indeed,
nice to hear, in very truth.
No doubt,
about the mare I don\u2019t mind,
Only wish my dear torch,
achieve his good fortune.
So, dear Koshek, I\u2019m embarrassed,
don\u2019t say that you are lied,
I\u2019m loading a sledge with worly goods.
I have three wives,
pregnant is the midwife,
I was just dedicate it,
to a baby coming to a life.
Why he is asking for a mare,
Just take it, we\u2019re aware,
And be proud of own desire
To say his father
\u201cI took the thing admired\u201d.<\/p>

Koshek was a nice guy,
Hearing it from Salimbay,
went out and rode away.
The answer was clear enough,
and without hesitation,
he delivered Salimbay\u2019s reaction.
Koblandy was admired
Took the mare,
And came to his wife high hearted,
As God granted him a wish.
He was rounding around the mare,
wanted to know,
what means this affair.<\/p>

When filled with milk the udder,
When the owner shows labour.
Happy end comes out,
And the mare gave a birth.
Kurtka catched it to her hands,
cared much from rains and winds,
from colds and hots
wrapped it to warm clothes.
A while after a little foal,
got strogher and played a role,
rounding near the male.<\/p>

They were staying there for a few days more, take care of the mare and foal, feed them. The foal had an insatiable appetite and feeding by mother mare was not enough. So, he brought herds of fourty mares with only one stallion. \u201cTo become more stronger and have more good appetite\u201d they fatten the foal to the gills, even added red medicine to it\u2019s meal. After the foal improved in strength they moved to their country and built a house at the horde near his father Tokhtar. Koblandy asked his father:
\u2014 Dad, do you know anything about our herds\u2019 welfare after I left? Tokhtar replied:
\u2014 Oh dear, how can I know? I thought you were probably among the herds. Hearing this, Koblandy did not even stay for a while at house, did not event drink the fermented honey, but immediately joined Yestimshe pasturing cattle at the foot of Karaspan mountain, continued hunting with hounds and hawking and went on dealing with the cattle. At that time, among the \u201cforty thousand family of kiyat tribes\u201d there lived a rich man named Saim and he had son Karaman. He was the was born in the same year and was the same age as Koblandy.
Karaman was leading the army with forty thousand warriors, including people of Karakozy, Akkozy, Kosdaulet, Karabukan tribes and holding a black-and-white flag as so happened that Kazan from Kalmykia built two cities Karakala and Syrlykala on the Kazakh land, accordingly captured the Muslim land. When Karaman heard that \u00abKoblandy batyr from Karakypshak was staying among Karaspan mountain and hunting with hounds and hawking together with his slave Yestimshe, he said: \u201cwe are same age, were born in the same year\u201d Let\u2019s go there and see him. If he wishes to join us, we will continue together\u201d, so they came to visit the place where Koblandy Batyr was living. Koblandy slaughtered a barren pasture-fed horse for every tent was built. Next day when they were leaving Karaman said followings:<\/p>

Karaman batyr invites Koblandy to go for war-trip to capture Kazan<\/p>

Karaman\u2019s voice rose highly,
words tumbled from lips easily:
\u00abI\u2019m Karaman, Saiym\u2019s son,
and I\u2019m going to Kazan.
Why not you join us, dear peer,
I would like to beseech for here.
My contemporary, my friend,
My coeval of same age
We were born in same year together,
So I belive, my peer,
the enemy cannot stand,
if you came across them as a fighter.
We are head for Kazan city,
Why not you join us,
We are the brave tiger?\u201d<\/p>

Here Koblandy told a good game,
told a great ball game,
there was a sweet twinkle
on his face,
and he spoke so beautiful,
as saker falcon whistle,
\u00abI have Kurtka waiting me at home,
And only she knows
pros and cons\u201d.
Only this was said
and slave Yestimshe kept the course,
to note Kurtka and took the fastest horse.
There are white fabrics on the market,
Young colt plays in the circuit,
There is nothing wrong in this writ.
But here to note,
Yestimshe left away by rode,
when the night crowed,
and for bed everyone was called.<\/p>

Yestimshe came to the yurt,
Living Kurtka in it,
It was just near Toktarbay\u2019s yurt.
It was early morning,
When everyone was sleeping,
Yestimshe talked to a woman,
Staying outside her homeland.
\u00abAre you at home, lady Kurtka,
Are you here, lady Kurtka,
You were born as a woman,
No chance, as if only you were a man,
You could lead all among.<\/p>

Turned to fate issue to talk now,
After riding a red-horse as I know.
If the poor rides a horse,
the thief prepares a pole
with a running noose.
Aryslan wants to take the road,
to fight with enemy crowded.<\/p>

Only Kazanat should be used for ride,
To protect against the enemy\u2019s fight,
need to wear a belt sharbolat1,
and for body needs a zhalankat2
confide the soul to Zhappar God.
The dearest Koblandy is not alone,
There are many helpmates known,
Hey Kurtka, please let me know,
If the bay horse ready and waiting,
For the hero to go fighting? \u201d<\/p>

Hearing Yestimshe\u2019s express,
Kurtka opened her lashes,
moved flirtatious, cutesy
and saucy as flashes,
with a great play of golden shashbau
plaited in hair
whimpered as in milk mare,
as riffle of laughter,
she groaned a healthy sigh,
like a puppy squeaking,
like a star shining,
Kurtka started talking,
raised up her golden cap was wearing,
to Yestimshe who was waiting:
\u00abThe world full of men with dog sense,
living just for passion in essence.
Two yaerlings and one sheep,
is enough for one dagger, hence.
I see you were sent
For the horse at home, with weak joint.
Abase myself before my dear,
and my warm greats to the peer,
to the beloved hero of the nation.
to my coeval and friend with same intend,
to contemporaries and to whom with same kismet,
no one can carry out atrocity,
event a wolf cannot commit a villainy,
to anyone following and coming,
when I\u2019m on a pale horse with marking,
and using a whip for running,
the party has another fun with the great talker,
goat and lamp meat tastes much differ,
satan and demon are also vary,
the same for born son and slave diversify.
To inform a wife like me,
You were sent I see.
Abase myself before my dear,
and my warm greats to the peer,
to beloved tiger of the nation
the for letting me be aware.<\/p>

God forbid the slaves,
Let me never was left alone at graves,
If my sultan obey his wife that feeling trouble,
Send him my appeal,
He shouldn\u2019t join this travel,
Should got no share of the haul,
Or his little lady will cry in all.
The mountain has an axis,
Oh, Almighty, you have boundless kindless,
If to know, how friendly can be coevals.
Say my greatings to my sultan,
So again and again,
If he obeys his wife,
He shouldn\u2019t join this ride,
Also our lovely bay,
Is behind for forty-three days\u201d.<\/p>

Lady Kurtka who is born smart,
Sent back the slave with this comment.
The hero was embarrassed,
As there was a hope to bay horsed,
Inspite having many untamed horses.
Seems this shouldn\u2019t be an argument for the man,
As per mind of peer like Karaman,
So he incited his friend to talk again,
And sent back someone to his woman.<\/p>

Karaman incited as follows:
\u00abWe go there with mottoes,
To fight against and kill Kazan,
Capture the city and share trophies.
To take some Persian girls,
And put them in our bosoms.
Tumble grass1 full in the garden,
A felt cloak1, men are putting.
It\u2019s uncanny to resurrected from the dead.
If the God returns things received?
Hey, my dear coeval,
What is the matter with you?
If to pay attention to woman sayings
And apply for advice in every cases,
Don\u2019t you think, this type of man,
Can be also called woman? \u201d<\/p>

Koblandy decides to go for war-trip<\/p>

Should to see Kabylandy\u2019s state,
He was pouring with sweat,
Hair stood on end,
Heart jumps out of his chest.
If abdominal part2 of kulan to collect,
Probably a fur cap can make.
So, having the same willing,
Karaman\u2019s words were bone-chilling.2<\/p>

As words hurt more than swords,
He saddled up the horse,
The batyr took his sword and hasten to village,
For all his is worth.
If only he was holding his weapon,
To fight with the foemen,
To destroy Kalmyk demon,
Then, no offense.
But the terrible thing is that,
The batyr thinks is the right,
To cut off head of his wife
Waiting with hope only things bright.<\/p>

The gate used to close spaces,
We have the Prophet for happiness,
Lady Kurtka sitting at home,
Sighed hearing the horse clattered along.
\u00abProbably this is my sultan,
riding a horse nearby around\u201d.<\/p>

Lady Kurtka opened doors hastily,
And gazed outside closely,
Gazing attentively,
She knew her hubby.
Kurtka felt guilty, but not intended,
Only the horse unprepared.
She was crying and in grieves to the heart,
As Kurtka was in awe of the hero,
was stood with her head low.<\/p>

Now Kurtka in confusion,
Turned pale with fear,
Turned to ran around the house,
stepped at skirt of her dress.
But she found the right call,
Hold the horse by headstall.
The horse she was tube-feeding,
And at warm home careing,
Now nearby her was walking,
As she hope for a favorable turning.<\/p>

Not a bay, but grey, the three-year old colt
Not seen the blue sky from born.
Taiburyl came out the shelter,
Went into the fresh air,
Felt the liberty of free walk,
Enjoyed the taste of scope,
Glint in the eyes,
Full of pith and was going intense.<\/p>

The bay played out by jump,
twelve stretched out hands long a lap,
Seeing a grey stone in front of it,
Chewed as gnawing the bid.
When the bay jumped to the air,
Lady Kurtka fall down to the ground,
She is just a female,
But strong, as a male.<\/p>

Kurtka was crying and said follows:<\/p>

\u201cThe mountain has an axis,
The Almighty has boundless kindless,
There is no balance in meaning less,
Coevals have no limits in friendlies,
Hey dear bay horse,
You could even ascend to heavens,
What a pity,
But you are behind for forty-three days\u201d<\/p>

If the village gathers,
There would be a whole market.
At anywhere a man can be burried
If suddenly died.
He saw the bay within line of sights,
So forgoting about his charges and fights,
Paid attention to his bayhorse.<\/p>

Then Koblandy said:<\/p>

\u00abI was busy with in-wintered herd,
I was busy with out-wintered herd,
I was thinking of summer pasture for herd,
Oh my God, I was so busy,
And forgot about my baby,
Even was so fullish,
Was to killing her ready.
The feather bed is softening,
Barley, wheat has peeling,
After the hero approached
Even she was in fear,
Looking down to the ground,
Sweetly sobbing and groaning.<\/p>

Here Koblandy said:<\/p>

\u00abThe feather bed is softening,
Barley, wheat has peeling,
Sweetly sobbing my Kurtka,
Seeing me was some groaning.
You can be the light,
During the dark night.
If I back safe and sound,
After this trip out,
Even if you are woman,
I would make you a ruler-khan.\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy also added follows:<\/p>

\u00abI\u2019m a master of oratory,
A leader among contemporary,
Oh my dear Kurtka,
Even if I you are a woman,
You are bigger and above of others,
And best of the wives,
And dear Kurtka,
Say me, why are you groaning?
Even if you have a reason
for the value of a young man.
As your husband, your tiger,
Is alive and sitting here.\u00bb<\/p>

Then Kurtka said:<\/p>

\u201cA fish can come outer,
At the edge of summer water,
In the name of the game.
You are the falcon, I am the shulen1,
When you return from far away
If I can hold myself,
Just have a look at yourself?\u201d<\/p>

Then Koblandy said:<\/p>

\u00abI\u2019m good colored among horses,
And the one with thin bristles.
Unfortunately, I\u2019m alone
And has no older brother, nor elder brother,
So, I cannot allow take a breather.<\/p>

1 shulen -a male eagle<\/p>

I am a desired kid,
Of Toktarbay and Analyk
They dedicated horses to the saints,
to the Korasan sacrificed sheeps,
recommended to God their souls.
So I beg you, no offense
I\u2019m going to stay with
Lovely old parents.\u201d<\/p>

Whipped hardly Koblandy,
ambling on favorite Tobylgy.
Came to stay around,
To Toktar\u2019s horde there build.
The lake is beauty with a sail,
And the buds without needle.
The old couple living in the horde,
\u00abWish our baby come to see us\u00bb said.
As soon as they said, they heard,
Coming to see their son by rode.<\/p>

Both of them came at once,
Hold the helter to lead the horse,
Helped to shorten the reins,
And cut short the right rein.
They served a syrup juice,
To their only single son.
Again and again,
They took good care of their son,
The old couple were admired and delighted,
So sent him to sleep before the sunset.<\/p>

On the bed were soft blankets,
Koblandy that night was sleepless.
Begged son of the old couple,
Enjoyed the beems of parents kindness.
Need to here mention,
Koblandy was handsome.
\u00abLook at me, my smart son\u00bb said
his father lying on one side.
\u00abLook at me, my dear son\u201d said
his mother on the other side.
In the middle \u2014 Koblandy,
was turning round every time.
So in next twenty-four hours,
He didn\u2019t sleep a wink on their kindly fight.<\/p>

There was morning\u2019s tender light,
The morning star is also sat,
Koblandy was sleeping,
And old couple were him hugging,
The bay horse, Kurtka prepared,
Taiburyl she has saddled,
Also she put some more feed,
The grey three-year old colt,
Never has been slept,
When all in all prepared,
Kurtka brought the Taiburyl,
Before the white horde.
\u2026 Taiburyl horse he rode,
Suit of armor he wore.
He sheathe the sword at his waist,
Prayed for Allah and asked help.<\/p>

Koblandy was some lately,
As the troop left more early,
So Koblandy galloped away, went with a roar.
Toktarbay, who is in his ninetieth,
Analyk in her sixties,
And his sister Karlyga,
His wife \u2013 the lady Kurtka,
All four followed him crying
\u00abBetter you should kill us\u00bb saying.<\/p>

They were following till noon,
Here Karlyga asked for listening:
\u00abWhen people bless you, you go on with anything,
But if no desire, you start for nothing.
God created to mean weak points,
The steel things with golden hilts.
The gerfalcon flies,
relying on its tail and wings.<\/p>

My dear lonely brother,
For this adventure you had a desire.
I\u2019m thistle of clay places and stuck,
As a spakling on the top of a fur cap.
I wish my dear brother,
Got expected result from this desire,
Came safe and sound after the adventure,
And return back to his country,
And to his people in soonest future.
But what a pity to me here staying,
So, please tell me my brother,
About a peace offering, hereafter.
Dear brother, swan with tears my eyes,
We accept the fate, but all refuse.
I wish my dear brother,
Came safe and sound after the adventure,
And return back to his country,
And to his people in soonest future.
What a pity to me,
How can I compete with you!
I have a bunch of gold, thanks my fate,
When I have a brother near me, I\u2019m all satisfied,
When my brother is far away,
I would feel as injured.
Crow quill is for my writing,
Duck feathers are for my warming,
Oh my milk brother,
You were my mentor, when I\u2019m in mourn.<\/p>

You are my dear, we argued during nursing,
As foals we were prancing,
Were born and grew up together,
And had in same time cord cutting.
Dear brother, who did you entrust,
full of groves your camels herding?
Filled with milk their udder,
The droves of horses,
And who did you trust herding,
full of sheeps your yards?
Never mind all that, say me first and all above,
Whom did you leave to the care of
Your father Toktarbay in his ninethies,
Your mother Analyk in her sixties
Your lovely sister Karlyga,
Say me, whom did you entrust poor me?
Kurtka, Koklen\u2019s daughter,
Your soulmate, birth to earth,
And your near and dear,
Now tell me, my brother,
Whom did you left and entrust her?\u201d<\/p>

Hearing Karlyga\u2019s message,
Koblandy was sad and fatigued,
And thingking many about the people,
Unable to bear it,
Leaning on a white spear,
He wept bitterly.
A goose would back else,
To the place where built the nest.
Always good with the peers,
The plays and laughs.
Trickled down tears from the eyes,
These were blood mixed cries,
keeping down his head, couldn\u2019t bring out words,
Without showing his sister,
he wiped eyes with his sleeves.<\/p>

Here Koblandy added:<\/p>

\u00abThere are stones in the mountains, mottled,
There can be tears when a man fatigued.
You have long plaits covering your back,
Honey, listen to my remark.
If i\u2019m late and missing for a long,
Crowded Kipchak
living at Karaspan mountains along,
Won\u2019t leave you here,
Come on, my dear.<\/p>

That\u2019s a dear,
When you cry and call me brother,
It catches me sharply,
Don\u2019t cry so piteously.
I am an only son of my parents,
I\u2019m going to fight with enemies,
So, please don\u2019t hurt me much.<\/p>

Even if you are a girl,
I would be rather without a dream,
Than saying you are a small human being.
Oh my sister Karlyga,
Let me kiss your smiling cheeks.
I was hunting for swans in the lake,
Just only when was acute take,
A fish can come outer,
At the edge of summer water,
In the name of the game.
If you were a man, I beleive,
You won\u2019t let me go my own,
Even if you are a girl,
I wouldn\u2019t say you are a small being.<\/p>

I sell cattle at the market,
For boyak1 and sheeting changed.
My sale horse made and matched,
To the sorrel of Arka light-colored.
Now, listen me my dear,
May the Almighty God,
Don\u2019t hurt me and be alright.<\/p>

My dear good girl Karlyzhan,
I entrust to Sarysu,
full of groves my camels,
The droves of horses with fully udder,
I entrust to enemy\u2019s hunter.
Full of sheeps my yards
I entrust to hungry wolves.
To the young wolves,
With the like hammer \u2014 fangs.
My father Toktarbay in his ninethies
I trust to my Goodness.
My mother Analyk in her sixties
I trust to to Fatima.
And my sister Karlyga
I trust to Karashash.
Lady Kurtka, my complete and soul mate,
I trust to the wrestler friend.
There are four of you, and I am alone.
I entrust to God.\u00bb<\/p>

When they cleared that he would leave,
As he made up his mind,
Now the beautiful Kutrka
Turned to talk the hero:
\u00abYou are good colored among horses,
And the one with thin bristles
You don\u2019t have no older, nor elder brothers,
You are the only child of your parents,
You are the desired kid of your parents,
Who in their turn, dedicated horses to the saints.
After all happened to them,
How can you leave them all by alone?
You keep going on,
My loneliness won\u2019t have sizing.
And my sultan, if you\u2019re really leaving,
You should try breastfeeding,
Of my dear mother-in-law.
You are brunet by nature,
Plenty wash wouldn\u2019t make you brighter.
God created you capricious,
Don\u2019t think, you would hold by adviser.
You always hold your ground,
My sultan, now you going around
To the irreligious enemy,
And you are going there alone.
Goodbye, my sultan, and always mind,
We would worry what can happen to you?<\/p>

Seeing the ranges and mountains,
Galloping on Taiburyl horse of yours.
That time you would find out
Good dignity of mine.
You would back when so happened,
Toktarbay in his ninethies
With no warm wearing on him,
even in short coat till kneel,
suffered much and shepherding
kaffir\u2019s sheep and serving them.
Or maybe you would back,
When Analyk in her sixties
Weaving ropes, weaving wools,
And the kurt1 is making.
Let\u2019s talk about your sister Karlyga
Keeping in hands her abada1,
Kitchen utensils around her belt,
Brewing, serving tea for enemy\u2019s men,
as her brother, you would see these, I mean.
Blue boots are the strongest,
Autumn maturity are the best,
After you left me alone,
The strongest of the enemy.<\/p>

1 kurt \u2013 meal product made of drying fermented milk<\/p>

Would prefer to marry me,
Hope you would back till this happen.
I liked riding horses,
famous man praised.
God may have a lot to do
Saved to slave, whom alive.<\/p>

Goodbye, my sultan,
Be safe, my sultan
Sniper masterly shot
The bosom of a flying bird.
The hand of faith,
Doubles the water in lake.
For everything you are desperate,
But one thing you missed,
And never say \u201cyou are my dear Kurtka\u201d
When you look at the truth face,
At the edge of Issrapyl bridge,
At the Prophet\u2019s wedding,
Don\u2019t forget that I\u2019m waiting.
I\u2019m your poor Kurtka,
Oh my dear sultan, these are all my saying.\u00bb<\/p>

With that, Lady Kurtka remained to stay. Koblandy continued to keep go. So, Kurtka added here:
\u2013 \u00abOh dear mother-in-law! I advise you to climb to that poplar tree, cross your legs, lay your chest bare and call him saying \u201cMy dear son, try a breastfeed for the last time\u201d, and he should come to you. When he came, all four of us should grab him at once and cry out saying \u201cTo whom you are leaving us, you should stop here or kill us with your own hands\u201d, so there is a hope that, first he would be ashamed of God, the second of you, and the third all of us and maybe woudn\u2019t go to the trip.\u201d
Hearing this, the poor old woman ran to the tree, the old lady in her sixtieth fell down but didn\u2019t stop, had some while rest and took her chest bared out and called: \u00abMy dear, Koblandy, come here and nurse your mother.\u201d
Koblan feeling that this would caught him, decided not to stop. But the God did not grant the wish. At that time Analyk first trusted to God, and second to the saints, thus blessed her son.<\/p>

\u00abFirst of all, Zhappar Allah Almighty,
Did you hear me,
Don\u2019t make me cry.
Thirteen-year-old Koblandy,
Kissed my eyes.
Muhammad is also only son,
Wish him to remember you,
in \u201cummah-umbetim\u201d1 praying.
And when you are in hardness,
And feeling a death,
you should remember and then come helps,
Gauss, Giyas \u2013 the two halves, two souls,
Omar, Osman \u2014 shahariar, are muslim friends,
Twenty-eight prophets,
The Prophet Khidr on the land,
The Prophet Elijah in the water
We scarify to each of you,
Or we are lost, without you.<\/p>

We came over the hills,
We talk about grandfathers.
Hey Hirsute Aziz named Ykylas,
Worry, we\u2019re all dead, please bear up us.
If is proud of itself a nice horse,
One day can fall into a hole,
Excavated outside the city.
If is proud of itself a falcon,
One day can captured,
To the cage of a falconer.
Twin born Blue Stallion,
You\u2019re on your way.\u00bb
If only Koblandy, after this trip,
Came back safe and sound,
Then grey stallion born of twins,
Would dedicated for you, good heavens!
The grey bull born of twins,
The Prophet, dedicated for your bless.
The grey ran born of twins
Oh Hazrat, dedicated for your bless
Seems it\u2019s my fate,
To gave a birth to a son in my sixtieth.
Save my only daughter,
Don\u2019t let us see the harder,
Muhammad is also alone,
Wish to remember in ummah praying.
And my dear son for trip leaving,
I trust over to you.<\/p>

1 \u201cUmbetim\u201d \u2014 a person who submits to the Muslim religion<\/p>

If he gets lost, manage him the way,
Look after him as shepherd after ewe,
Also for any other trouble,
Sweep away from my baby,
Oh dear Hirsute Baba Aziz.<\/p>

You are the patron of the lake,
You are the patron of the road,
Dear Kambar, you should also save.
Why did outstanding Karaman,
start this trip to Kazan town?
And who else can protect the one
Who is the heir to the throne?\u00bb,
The mouth of the river,
A man has a braiding collar,
And the Saints\u2019s brother.
Not the Bakhar,
But Kumkent is the city-shahar,
Where the hens are crowing,
The donkeys are galloping.
Mullah, imam-khatib are near,
Imamah on a head as a wear,
Like an eagle in their hug,
And Subhan Allah is a logo.<\/p>

High heeled boots he wears,
The fastest optimal for his rides,
His black gun is ready in a drug bag,
The straight steel trunk,
Also the heir to the throne
I handed over to you.<\/p>

Waited ten month for pregnancy,
And bent my spine for my baby,
Walked on a frosty day for prenatal care,
Leaned against the door for maternity care,
On a cloudy day rotated,
On the icy cradle leaned,
Woke up only he whined,
Wish everyone pray for the benefit,
Of my precious son-kobegen1.1
The ribs were tilted,
My hands were bent,
When I took him in my arms, they were blunt,
But when I kiss him, I was satisfied,
Oh my tiny tot, my infant.
The strong horses won\u2019t die in severe cold,
If feed by the reed.
Taiburyl serves correctly,
During the race trial.
My only son goes to the enemy
Who built far away a city.<\/p>

Going for this trip my baby
I just hand over to you,
I just trust to you,
Oh lion named Ghali.
He is riding Taiburyl,
There would a place shadowy.
I entrust my dear son,
Khidr Baba and Elijah to you.<\/p>

God holds the truth and treats well,
Sinners would end up in Hell.
Going to the trip
to deserts of Samarkand Shahizin
I entrust my dear son to you.
If I don\u2019t pray, you left him for my care,
If you don\u2019t hold, it\u2019s your care.
My Prince, may Khidr Baba hold you,
May God bless and help you,
Be patient with the small way.
If you support my dear son,
A strong hunting bird, Almighty can send,
So, this is your care and your trust.
The redheads are unreligious,
But my son within the ummah,
Wish pray for him in the name of ummah,
I entrust my dear son,
Oh Muhammad, oh friend of God to you \u00ab<\/p>

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Riding horse Taiburyl,
Which rides hell foe leather.
The one who saw Koblandy,
Worry if ready to dispapear.
Their lips were trembling,
And in sweat soaking,
Both old woman and man,
Stayed put, just to God praying.<\/p>

Then bay horse galloped away,
Knowing nothing about the way.
But Kurtka cathched them anyway.
Koblan hero knows that she is unique,
Seems he expected it,
So, approaching them she is resumed.<\/p>

\u2013 You would start your trip here. And when you got and join them, at the end of Alalai of the Synsylama bridge Karaman would send seventeen querrillas to spy out the land. They would climb to the top of Induly mountain and seeing the cities Syrlykala and Karakala at the Kazan territory would predict that \u00abThis is a one-day trip\u00bb and would back to report that. But even if they say it\u2019s close, it can turn to a probably forty-day trip. After Karaman hears that it can take eight-day far and by, he would say \u201cWhoever has a fastest racehorse, would lead the group\u201d and gallop away. But you shouldn\u2019t follow him. Because, I had a gaze on horses of the troops and saw a blue-roan without mane used by Karaman. It\u2019s hoof would touch the ground, and would have forehead burn-injured, backache by long using a saddle, a girth gall, heavy sweating and occurs heat stroke, accordingly cannot gallop faster. Seems, there are no horse breeders in their country. If there was a horse breeder, there won\u2019t be a horse that could outrun it. Again, you shouldn\u2019t start riding with him. \u00abEven if you are late for a few days, God willing you would outrace.\u00bb<\/p>

Harkee was the command to the bay,
Hearing this it galloped off the way.
It rode fast as it\u2019s feet carry them.
Kurtka\u2019s dignity is known to Koblan.
Warriors left earlier,
Occupied on Alalai river,
They pitched camp along there,
So cathed the hero them here.
Koblandy batyr came,
Bed down for the night men.
Warrioirs were at that place,
Kurtka mentioned as a case,
At the river Synsylama,
Seventeen of them were elected,
Went to spy out the land,
And Koblan saw all that.<\/p>

Then Koblan thought: \u201cKurtka\u2019s main message was true. Now he was worry about \u201chis land to be captured by the enemy\u201d, but decided to let it go fow now as \u00abWhatever happens, it happens on God willing.\u00bb
Then Karaman gathered all warriors and announced followings: \u00abWhoever has a fastest racehorse, would lead the group\u00bb. This time Koblandy did not join. He did not listen them. He paid no heed to his peer, even. Karaman left leading the large group of warriors. Koblandy climbed to the top of a hill Zhontobe and was having a rest. He had a habit to sleep over forty days.<\/p>

Koblandy galloped towards Kazan city<\/p>

Taiburyl was tied up,
Played with it\u2019s bridle around,
This game was not enough.
So it sidled past,
To to a sleeping hero, so fast.
It came closer to sleeping hero
and landed a punch to his chest.<\/p>

Mountains gave back
the sound of hooves,
Then the hero woke up,
Looked around, had quickly wrap up.
But there was no one, except himself,
And there was no time to sleep,
He should to rush for help.<\/p>

The snowy peaks rise up
And reeds and rushes all around.
Taiburyl is as big as a camel,
It plays with it\u2019s rider.
It takes any obstacle,
A pit, a ravine for it the same,
It jumps over them and rushes forward,
Like thunder booms,
with its four hooves,
even it doesn\u2019t touch the ground.
The grass sings beneath the feet,
It\u2019s ears were in bath of sweat.<\/p>

The rider was pleased with the horse.
He said: \u00abKind to me my draw lots,
Because my wife born for great deeds.
She said the words to me
now my heart sings with joy:
\u00abTaiburyl is winged and is your horse.\u00bb
I would like to test these words,
But tell me first, Taiburyl:
How do you feel, my horse?<\/p>

You are my horse, winged and swift-footed.
To me you should pledged support,
To keep me safe and sound.
All the virtues that you possess should exalt:
Silver and gold is your wool,
Your tail is fluffy and your mane is soft.
I see Kortka said the truth:
\u2014 You\u2019re, Buryl, are the best horse!<\/p>

My flying horse, do not be afraid,
You won\u2019t sweat, you won\u2019t be delayed:
Do you feel, there is fresh breeze?!
None of four-legged can outstrip you,
But you, my racer, help me,
I\u2019m a falcon among saddlers.
You know it\u2019s my traits:
No one two-legged can outrun me,
For any case, you run as free as the air.<\/p>

Far away is our home land,
Where horses graze by the river moist
Our horses in the reeds\u2026
And still in my ears
ring out the words, words of my people:
\u00abYou are the hero, you are the batyr, Koblandy!\u00bb
So rush faster than the blessing,
To save my face in esteem,
And live up to reputation of heroic honour!
You have four legs.
Now stretch your strength,
If you\u2019re my companion and honorable friend,
You must never fall behind,
From the birds that sailed through the azure sky!<\/p>

The hostile army is still far away,
Forty days should take the way.
In a twink flew by this line,
Forty days is a long time,
But it wouldn\u2019t take so longer,
For the horse, like you are.
Taiburyl, listen to me:
Kazan Khan, who is stronger than many,
Staying from here forty days away
Heroic fast ride you owe to me,
So, please show me,
In the here and right now!
If you won\u2019t show me, and you feel fear,
\u2014 I\u2019ll be offended by you here,
And Kurtka, too, in her village there.
So, my horse, count the cost!\u00bb<\/p>

The rider waved his whip in the wind
and hit the horse on the hip.
The whip burned the horse,
And not just a hip.
It began to burn the heart,
And blood flowed from the wound,
it became as a hot stream
And as a drink for the raven.<\/p>

The heavy blow of hero\u2019s,
Continued to burn the horse.
Suddenly it acquired a singular gift \u2014
The horse here found voice.
\u00abThe same a pine tree or a plane tree, it said,
Has no mercy by dry hot wind.
You whip up your whip,
Gave blows, but no quarter given to my skin.
If the horse is mighty and winged \u2014
Then it\u2019s mane is neat.
If the rider shows courage,
Then his soul is noble.
My lord, remember from now on:
You have a merciless thong
I\u2019ve stand a blow, but you should know,
Blows nearly choked the life out of me!
Your parents are elderly people,
And you are their only son,
You\u2019ve decided that by yourself,
Can take on the Kyzylbash army alone,
And, taking revenge on me,
You think to ride there at one stroke.
Well, I\u2019ll help you,
because I amble masterly,
I\u2019ll use first both my right feet,
And then use both left feet.
But you, too, rider, help me:
To make our deeds come true,
And to prevent to lie down poor me
In the middle of one of the roads,
Don\u2019t jerk the bit hardly.<\/p>

God created me as a horse,
And saved me as the best for you.
To Kazan, to the enemy troops,
There are forty days to go.
Koblandy, here you want me,
Kyzylbash\u2019s army to be reached,
In a single moment.
That\u2019s the way even a bird can\u2019t fly,
Well, if I\u2019m matching and score so high?<\/p>

But I will multiply my strength,
So be it, I here promise,
Even it would hard, on time I\u2019ll arrive.
But remember, you are my brave rider,
What I have to say this time to you:
If the afternoon pray time is not over,
Cannot be started an evening pray,
You will find yourself in front of a fortress
The wall that surrounds the city,
You will got the Kyzylbash meare.
If I can not make it \u2013 stab me with a dagger,
Yes, Koblandy, stab your horse!\u00bb<\/p>

Then Koblan rejoiced at hearing it,
He shouted: \u00abHait, my aster, hait.
And Tyburyl flew like a blizzard,
As a storm that suddenly agitated.
Sweat rolls of the side of its ears,
It\u2019s galloping as flying,
And hoofs even don\u2019t grounding.
Mountains rose or grass lay down.
Cannot recognized from afar.
It meets a rock on the path.
And the rock turns to gleeds.<\/p>

In turn keep running or flying as eagle,
It brings the far distance closer!
Under the hooves of four
The steel can turn to clay.
It will not lose his honour!
Ears have become sharper
Than the reeds on the riverbank.<\/p>

On the run gasping for breath,
Like a rawhide it went all limp,
But by noon it\u2019s strength strained,
And at full throttle galloped,
And the spirit rushed at full speed
As if broke free from it\u2019s tether,
And twisting an iron string.<\/p>

Koblandy, made much headway,
Passing by sparsely populated way,
Even didn\u2019t think to catch up warriors,
That rushed to the campaign yesterday.
Late in the afternoon
He saw a pass in the distance,
I saw a rider and a horse.
Koblandy rode up to the rider,\u2013
It was Kara-Bukan, a warrior.<\/p>

\u201cHello!\u201d, Koblandy exclaimed:
\u201cIs there anyone ahead?\u201d
In response the rider said:
\u00abYou look at that mountain ridge,
There rides Kosdaulet.
I see that your horse is good,
You can catch up with leaders!\u00bb
Here Taiburyl gave the shivers,
Jumped up the steep rocks,
Koblan caught up with the rider:
As was said, tt was the warrior Kosdaulet.
\u00abHey boy!\u201d, Koblandy exclaimed,
Who goes ahead?\u00bb
In response the rider said:
\u00abWe lost track of you long ago.
You are lost, they say, aren\u2019t you?
Behind that steep cliff over there.
\u00abOur bold Akkozy is riding.\u00bb
After overcoming a steep pass,
Koblandy rode to the rider.
He said: \u00abHey boy, hello,
Who is galloping there over those rocks?\u00bb
Akkozy said in response:<\/p>

\u00abWe rode at high speed, but still couldn\u2019t see you near us.
So decided: Koblandy cannot find us,
He had lost his way,
Since you\u2019re here, open your eyes:
Beyond that mossy mountains
You\u2019ll see Karakozy!\u00bb
After overcoming a steep pass,
Koblandy rode to the rider.<\/p>

\u00abHello!\u201d Koblandy exclaimed,
\u201cIs there anyone ahead?\u00bb
\u201cWait, my torch\u201d he replied,
\u201cLet me think, and keep you wait.
Here we left yesterday,
The night darkness was replaced by heat of the day,
And thy peers we lost in this morning.
He flashed by like scissors
At the mistress in thin hands,
Srapkled like raindrops,
As if a whirlwind had blown over him.
Maybe in the clouds now he\u2019s riding?\u00bb<\/p>

The rider waved his whip in the hot wind
and hit the horse on the hip.
The hit burned Taiburyl.
The swift horse took a leap,
Over the rocks of the ridge.
Koblandy firmly holds his spear,
On the left, the mountain stream murmurs,
On the right, the light of the evening star comes
breaking through the day sky.
Where are the tracks of Karaman\u2019s horse?
Taiburyl flew like a blizzard:
It turned out that it was a winged horse!<\/p>

Overtook all his friends Karaman,
He was faster than the wind,
and swept all before him,
Aspiring to his goal.
But Koblan caught up with him, too,
And said words a few:
\u00abIs it all your strongest single force?
Is this your vaunted horse,
Which is stronger than the others?
Exactly in twelve days from now.
Come to my tent to visit,
That today in the evening,
I will set up at the foot of the mountain\u2026
You didn\u2019t wait for the right time,
Oh, Batyr, you\u2019ve bucket your horse.
You called me a woman.
You re my friend,
And you ought never to have done this.
Look around, Karaman,
How many of your brave men are here,
Look here now, Karaman,
What a perfect this bred by woman horse!
Even though my Kortka is a woman,
But her destiny is high,
She has no equal on the earth!
A horse bred by my wife
Will jump over the ridge!
Would you like to ride with me?
Or is there no strength in your horse?
I\u2019m late, but look at me,
I\u2019m in the lead,
You\u2019re far behind.
You should ride faster from now on:
As all know, you would die before stay behind.\u00bb<\/p>

Kyyat tribe warriors,
Gallaping in a hurry among mountain roads,
But Koblan doesn\u2019t look back,
He gallops steadfastly onward,
It is impossible to catch up with him,
And the Kyyat noisy army
Gets tired and behind him.
Buryl rushed into run:
With the mighty power of its hooves
Into clay turned the stones!
Like a lightning bolt shape,
Tyburyl carries itself over the highest ridge.
Turning into a ferocious wind,
Through the deepest cliff
Taiburyl is carried itself.<\/p>

Here is the lake covered
With reed thickets that rustling,
Where lots of geese are shrieking,
Here are the lake shores,
On which bullrush grows,
With snowwhite swans glint.
Lake Shigendi is also here,
The green is reflected till peaks,
And seagulls have arrived and fly over there.
Here is the lake of copper-red water,
Copper-red as ore,
The bird\u2019s song is keenly heard,
It\u2019s a lapwing\u2019s quite shelter.<\/p>

Here are the lakes Kotan and Kumra.
Twins with generous moisture.
The horse went at full gallop,
By jumping five lakes crossed,
And the mountain peaks appeared.
The horse\u2019s run is amazing,
The snow on the mountains is dazzling.
Many ridges, mountain pass,
Kara-Tau, where a khan was on summer pasture,
Ala-Tau, where a bay was on summer pasture, \u2014
The horse has passed all of them.
The mountain is curved, become darken,
Like a camel\u2019s neck, a mountain,
And these mountain\u2019s peaks,
Sharp like girl\u2019s breasts.
Two mountains \u2013 Atasu and Manashi.
There\u2019s not a soul around here.
Here the grass is not tasty for cattle,
Here water is not clean for people,
Not good places they are,
So, Koblandy rode them through.
Over deserts without water,
Over wide lakes that full of water,
Above the mountains disguised with snows,
Above the land where only sands,
Where the grassless salt marshes
Over the Earth, whose power and beauty
The birds in sing in the forest.
Over the land where the berries are countless,
Where labors and hardships are countless,
Above the land that in snow fell asleep,
Above the land that has forgotten peace,
Drunk with human blood,
Where meadowsweet blossoms in the field,
Where the fruit falls from the branches, \u2014
Koblandy flew by on his horse.
Like thunder before a summer rain,
Taiburyl rumbles on the road,
And the ground trembles all around
With the powerful hooves thump.
The horse is stronger than the steppe blizzard.
Quarter longer two front legs,
Than the hind legs.
It runs like no other,
Even hooves doesn\u2019t touch the ground.
The goose that flew out together,
Lost in its vapor.
Sweat is pouring down its chest,
And it rushes forward,
And Buryl stretches out
Five hundred more fathoms long.
To the height it rushes,
Stones fly under the hooves.
It seems that the Kyzylbash troop
From flintlocks shot upwards.<\/p>

Look at Buryl:
At the strongest of the horses
The rider is as light as tebetey ,
Hope the rider not fall!
The horse has a heroic scope,
It opened a mouth wide,
And the dust it raised on the various hills,
Blended into one line.
At the hour when the sunset has blotted out
The streams and the grass and the dew,
The stallion Tyburyl went mad!
It was burning like a fire,
The kulan and the argali feared
to cross its path fiery.
On the meadow or on the field,
It didn\u2019t let birds to breathe,
On the lake\u2019s damp shore
It didn\u2019t let the herons to fly,
As it crushed them on flying.
If you don\u2019t want to, then don\u2019t believe it,
But it was trampling in the grass
Whether it\u2019s a bustard, or a peewit,
And for hawks and falcons
It was an unexpected yield,
As the food was served for them
Under the horse\u2019s hooves.
Over the arid steppe plain,
That never knew the river breath,
Over the deserted wilderness,
Where were afraid to fly the moths,
Over the high icy mountains,
Where never took flight the eagles,
Over the salt marsh vapours
A lonely rider galloped by.<\/p>

The homeland is far from him.
If the enemy attacks him,
The Kipchak tribes wouldn\u2019t help\u2026
The midpost prayer is over,
And the evening one starts some later,
Both the horse and the rider understood
That the appointed time is coming!
Kobland looked ahead:
Are there any city gates in sight?
The young batyr saw then,
The country of Aytatyr beyond the mountain,
Where meadows from end to end
Overgrown with wheatgrass and other green.<\/p>

So many white and grey sheeps,
Were grazing by meadow grass!
And Kazan Khan\u2019s numerous and strong racers,
were grazing by five poplar trees.
On Buryl, faster than the wind,
Koblandy galloped off and shouted suren ,
Loud cries of the hero rent the air,
A grey-piebald strong horses,
Into a handful he immediately gathered,
And, keeping them together, drove them further.<\/p>

Having captured the Kyzylbash cattle
He reached the city gate.
Covering his face with a shield,
Into Syrly-city he stormed.
Inflaming with furious flames,
He turned the city to ashes.
Raised a cloud of dust,
Blood spilled in the streets.
He plunged the enemy into darkness.
He tore off the felt of enemy\u2019s yurt
And used it as a sweat cloth.<\/p>

He cut in half the frame of the yurt,
And turned it into firewood.
He gave no mercy to his enemies.
Here sayings are true:
Fighting a whole army alone,
Koblandy, Toktarbay\u2019s son,
A hero whose deeds are bright,
Destroyed the Syrly city!<\/p>

Near the town, they say,
Kaskyrly mountain,
above the city rising.
Koblandy, whose feat is great,
On a horse that is winged,
To the top of the mountain rode,
To rest for the time being he decided,
and to see if Kortka was right.<\/p>

The Battle with Kazan Khan<\/p>

He saw from afar,
After twelve days had passed.
The dust has blown up in the clouds,
And heard the stomping of horses:
This was the Kyyat army,
Having rushed to capture Kyrly city,
To take away the city of Kyrly,
To raise the devil to Kazan Khan.<\/p>

With deep ditches in six rows,
Encircling the city around.
The city was surrounded,
Also by brave men taking duty, all sided,
Forty thousand, they are in amount,
So it was hard to enter Kyrly,
The enemy is entrenched in the city.
Karaman couldn\u2019t do anything
To overcome the immense moat,
To jump over the six rows
And reach the city gates.<\/p>

For whole three days he circled around \u2014
The army did not advance forward.
He realised that cannot capture Kyrly,
So on his horse up the mountain he rode.
He rode there at the dawn,
Saw Koblandy sitting on the mountain
In a camping tent he was resting.<\/p>

Karaman says here to him:
\u00abLet\u2019s remember one truth:
If I swing an axe,
The rock will stand, will not collapse.
Good is the one who remembers no evil.
Won\u2019t you come with me
To fight with the Kyzylbash country?
Without you I\u2019m weak, I won\u2019t be able
To defeat the enemy\u00bb.
Koblandy said in response:
\u00abIf I can compare a hill and a mountain range?
Or what if I compare a thoroughbred horse and a gelding.
Who calls a mane as a rump?
Who cannot differ the honey and the sugar?
The words of the past, thou shalt understand the absurdity.
You have not destroyed the fortress, understand.<\/p>

Don\u2019t get me wrong,
But, I hope, you understand the absurdity of the previous said.
And you didn\u2019t destroy the fortress, I mean.
So how does a woman destroy the fort?
Not knowing how to fight,
How dare you call me a woman
Call so, the real hero,
Saying your abuse three times?
You rushed to leave me behind,
But now it\u2019s your turn to remind,
And burn with shame, Karaman.
Get out of my sight forever,
To remember the lonely truth clearly:
Even though you\u2019re a man,
I will not take you in return of my woman.
As there is no earning!
Why do I speak about Kurtka, now?
So cheap is your price, you should know,
Even doesn\u2019t cost the words,
She said in anguish:
\u00abMy darling, thou art faraway and alone!\u00bb
A brave man of the Kiyat tribe
was stung by this discussed:
\u00abBecause of a woman still
Are you angry with me, my friend?
Well, then, I\u2019ll go back without you.
If I am destined by fate.
I will capture the enemy\u2019s fort,
If not, then I will die with fame,
We won\u2019t meet you again!\u00bb
So saying, he drove his horse,
Keeping a grudge in a pure heart.<\/p>

Suddenly, Koblandy was saddened:
\u00abBecause of a woman\u2019s saying
Is angry with me a friend!\u00bb
At the horse that Kortka bred,
He jumped up and headlong galloped,
Catching up with Karaman, he said:
\u00abYou pay shot, my friend!\u201d
And Karaman loudly laughed,
To reconcile with his peer he was glad,
Almost jumping out of his skin with joy!<\/p>

He rode up together with Koblandy
Towards his mighty warrior army,
Joined their thick ranks,
That surrounded around a wide, long foss.
The hero Koblandy here sais,
To Taiburyl these words:<\/p>

\u00abWe have been given to fight together.
We\u2019ve been friends for a long time,
Our friendship is forever.
Kurtka told me of you,
\u00abIt\u2019s a horse, but it can fly.\u00bb
Kurtka is woman, that was a mother for you.
Will you jump over the foss,
Say me Taiburyl, over those six rows?
Behind the seventh is the city wall.
Maybe the task is difficult at all?
How are you feeling, my animal?
Will you jump over or not?\u00bb<\/p>

The swift-foot steed responded
It\u2019s upper lip wiggled,
A lower lip a little twitched,
and, with difficulty in controlling itself,
it started speaking and hoarsely whispered:<\/p>

\u00abAre you really on a foreign soil,
Going to take it out on me?
If you say that Kurtka
Has become a good mother to me,
Then, our friendship is knitted,
And I wouldn\u2019t sell my sweat!
Here I speak with an open mind,
Even know that Koblan is stubborn:
I will serve the hero,
Let\u2019s defeat the enemies!
Saint Kambar \u2013 is the patron of horses,
And he holds me as a solid stronghold.
I\u2019ll prove that I\u2019m the best horse,
I\u2019ll jump over and reach the gates,
If I can\u2019t reach it, I\u2019ll die in harness,
I will die for my master.
Know that my vows are firm,
Koblandy, wish me now good fortune!\u00bb<\/p>

The hero rushed to fight.
\u00abHait!\u00bb was the command to the steed.
Buryl bent over for a moment,
Threw back quickly, after stretched out,
And galloped off swiftly.
Before it was an immense moat,
Over the six rows it jumped!<\/p>

The city wall was behind the seventh.
Now look at the horse:
It took a leap like a hare,
Flew faster than an arrow,
And the both, the horse and the rider,
Arrived to the Kyrly center!<\/p>

Taiburyl galloped off, raising the dust,
Ddug up the city with its hooves.
That\u2019s how Koblandy penetrated,
showing courage, the enemy camp.
Karaman lagged behind him,
Although he was young and handsome.
Stepped onto the threshold, Karaman
But he couldn\u2019t penetrate the fortress,
For the warrior it was hard,
Bow to his friend.<\/p>

And the news has come to the enemies,
That the Kyyat army has arrived.
And are ready to fight.
From one side is the head of the Kyzylbash,
who is Khan Kazan.
From other side is Koblan,
Who has the fearlessness of a lion,
And rushed into an unequal battle.
He saw in front of him
Forty thousand horsemen,
on their powerful steeds.
The infinitely powerful noisy army,
Looks like clouds dark,
Raising their green flag.
The enemy swept down the battle.
Koblan has the courage of a lion.
The hero has rolled up his sleeves,
He\u2019s impatient and a hot head.
His white arms he bared,
He hastens to the fight.
Who is rushing towards him?
Who rides a horse raven-colored,
with a white bald spot on its forehead?
Who is hastening to fight?<\/p>

He wears a chain mail of iron,
Holds a shield in front of him,
He sits in his saddle a black cap wearing,
In the middle of Kyrly fortress,
His horse\u2019s tail and mane
He has tied in tight knots.
This is the very one who knows no shame,
who has shaken the earth with violence,
The one who can forty times a day
Can make an inroad upon the herds.
He is Kyzylbash\u2019s strongman and braggart,
He has killed Kazakhs more than once;
He\u2019s the one who\u2019s dangerous to the enemy,
He\u2019s the one whose eyelids are in the snow,
Covered with ice, whose eyelashes,
And the one Kyzylbash\u2019s army who leads,
May sleep once in twelve days,
May be hungry for thirteen days,
Who, may lead a raven horse and never gets off;
The one who is pine for trouble and worry,
If God does not send him an enemy,
Who has a brocade on the shaft,
To make it soft for the hand
When to strike with a spear deadly,
Who looks like a snowstorm,
If anger rages within him,
This is the fearsome Kazan himself!<\/p>

He says: \u00abHey kid, wait a bit,
Don\u2019t go away, I\u2019ll take care of you!\u00bb
If came to blows the enemy,
Who can stand of such a call?
This is khan\u2019s son Karaul,
This is feudal\u2019s son Begaul,
These are the thirty khan\u2019s nobles,
They call them \u00abYessaul\u00bb.
They are idle youths and hanger-on,
They don\u2019t know the honest work,
From every family ten warriors,
They call to gather their troops.
They chase the poor people on foot,
Under the blows of their stinging whips,
Blood of the serfs is being shed at the gates!<\/p>

Now, you look at them:
Kyzylbash\u2019s youth, forty thousand of them,
Rush all over to hasten a fight.
Behind the troop rides a troop,
Each has ten strong men.
Then a gaze is fixed on Koblan.
This is Kazan Khan, head of the brave men.
But Koblandy wasn\u2019t daunted,
As steady is the hero\u2019s mind!
And then the head of the Kyzylbash
Pronounces such words:<\/p>

\u00abYou Kirghiz, seems have arrived from Ala-Tau,
Then why do you look down?
Why is your horse weary?
As if you came from the world\u2019s end?
And why it\u2019s mane in dust?
As if it passed the wild ground?
Why you yourself are weary,
Your eyes blazed red with fury,
As if someone has disturbed your sleep?
Where are you going, young Kirghiz,
Riding on a roan horse,
Tell me in which site,
You would stay for the night?<\/p>

For us you are a stranger,
You\u2019re wearing brocade colored,
Tell me, who is your father?
And Who is your mother?
I want to know, whose son you are?
This is me, Kazan hero is speaking,
Answer now to me,
Mind that, tell it like it is,
And mind also, don\u2019t joke with me,
Be afraid to meet my wrath severe
It will burn you like fire!
I\u2019m saying with no intention to hurt you:
Thou hast a chain mail and a horse,
Give them to me willingly,
before my hand didn\u2019t touch thee.<\/p>

Koblandy said in response:
\u00abWait a minute, you stinking dog,
It\u2019s humiliating for me
To give to irreligious a horse.
Take your time, and I\u2019ll rest,
Is here my long-maned,
As my horse is always with me.
Kyzylbash, you\u2019ve completely gone crazy.
You stupid, you haven\u2019t arrived yet,
but talking about a horse.
If you\u2019re impudent and you can\u2019t wait, \u2014
Come up in plain sight
I\u2019ll settle my score with you.<\/p>

You have a despicable father,
How could you dare, you jerk,
Talk about my father?
Thou hast a wicked mother,
So thou want to hear it, bleeder.<\/p>

The name of my good mother?
Thou, whose speech sounds blasphemy,
And conceived in fornication by a whore!
When you see my wrathfull face,
You would feel a shiver in your filthy heart,
Thou wilt never enter again,
At that gate that you have erected!<\/p>

You dress like the shah,
You smell of hops, Kyzylbash,
Every day you are drunken,
Oh, the brainless, swaggering Kazan!
But now you will take off your brocade,
I\u2019m going to tread you to pieces.
Warrior, prepare yourself for death,
If you can, own warm blood
You will drink from your neck!<\/p>

A hero who is drawn to goodness,
No words from despicable foe desires,
Before the battle with him.
A fierce anger appeared on my face,
like rain with snow.
Look at me: I am a Kazakh,
This world will not be in tears.
As long as my life lasts.
Fighting with Kyzylbash to the death,
I will not leave alive my enemies,
And people like you, more than once
Gave me their own horses!<\/p>

I\u2019d cut you with a glance of my sword,
You\u2019d yell: \u00abI\u2019ve cut you to pieces!\u00bb
With a spear I\u2019d pierced you,
You\u2019d shout: \u00abI have frightened you!\u00bb
I\u2019d kill you with a bow,
You\u2019d say: \u00abI was taken by surprise.\u00bb
I\u2019d kill thee with a rifle, \u2014
You\u2019d be offended: my shot is bad!
You\u2019re sitting on a horse, Kazan,
There are countless of yours, but I am alone.
Here comes to you a little man,
Start the battle of honor,
Kill him, if you can!\u00bb<\/p>

So the opponents entered the battle,
But at first, they talked to each other
like two friends, knowing each one another.
But then Shaitan got to them,
Yes, who else can do so, but a demon.
The points of the long spears rose up,
And stained them with stream of blood.
On the grass, in the middle of the dawn dew.
The steeds crouched like dogs,
And sweat broke out on the saddles,
As sweat ready turn into ice.
Once the rider spit on the ground,
Every spit becomes blood!<\/p>

They tried to cut each other apart.
But each one\u2019s sword broke.
Their saber here they took,
It\u2019s edge became blunt.
Blood was rushing to their eyes,
As their lives decided to renounce.
Two brave men clenched their body,
Like two ferrets hungry.
Stretched the skin of the girths,
were untied their armours\u2019 rings.<\/p>

Koblandy defended his honour
Here came to him the good fortune:
He knocked the enemy out of his saddle,
So made him to sit by the horsetail,
And plunged into Kazan, his exterminating spear.
The mighty enemy swayed,
his crescent-shaped banner felt,
And from his body blood gushed out.
Koblandy, in a hurry to win,
Attacked the enemy again,
And his soul left his body.
So, breaking into the enemy\u2019s camp,
Koblan destroyed Kazan.
At noon the Khan fell at the gate,
And his mouth was filled with sand.<\/p>

The high rank noble is groaned,
The Kyzylbash began to shout,
To be heard by all the people.
They picked the dead man up and carried away\u2026
There\u2019s no brave leader,
Who will lead the fight now?<\/p>

Koblandy destroys the enemy army<\/p>

Kyzylbash\u2019s army is crowded,
Like forty thousand sheep.
They cannot escape defeat:
Koblandy is a real brave man.
And it\u2019s too late to turn back
Seems the earth is cramped every moment
There\u2019s no turning back,
The whole universe clenched into a fist
For the fighters and for their horses.
On one hill they all crowded.
Only one thing on everyone\u2019s mind:
To kill Koblandy during the battle.
They have lost their prop
Kazan Khan by the Creator punished.
And to their strife put an end.
Bragging about their numbers,
Took an arrow each warrior,
Koblandy, who was born and acring as a lion,
On their land they\u2019ve surrounded.<\/p>

Koblandy saw that he was
surrounded by the Kyzylbash,
He saw that he was alone,
And he drew words from his heart:<\/p>

\u00abGod, do you see my trouble?
I\u2019ll look to the west, I look to the east \u2013
But can\u2019t see a support anywhere.
Are there men of the Kipchak family \u2013
Who will come to help me?
I rode off on a roan horse,
To put an end to a predatory enemy.
During I\u2019m fighting for my honor,
And I will defeat the Kyzylbash,
Who will bring home the news
of such a heroism of mine?<\/p>

Become my support, Oh Lord,
Let the opponents overcome,
Because I am alone.
If, pierced by a steel lance
I\u2019ll fall, bleeding the sand,
Who will bring me to my home?
Who will show my elders
The horse that beneath under me
And the armor now I\u2019m wearing?
Help me in this war!
Even if the arrows pierce through
The armour that Daut made, \u2014
I will still defeat the enemy.
Help my spear,
Help my arrow,
Made in the Bukhara land,
Let the bow made in Bulghar
Sows death and doom all around,
Let my enemy be crushed
With the precious stock of my gun!<\/p>

I swear I won\u2019t regret
The strength of the heart
and the strength of the hands
That my eyes will be sharp
But you, my Bulgarian bow,
And you, the Bukhara\u2019s arrow,
Swear to me that in battle
You will support my strength,
And won\u2019t break in half.
I will, here I take an oath
To defeat insidious enemies
But you too, my gun, do swear
Me dear gun, do not be lazy
And you will spew fire from the trunk.
You, chain mail, took care of me,
Protected me ever since.
If would not shoot at point-blank range,
The bullets won\u2019t pierce you.<\/p>

King Daut made you.
You are not afraid of rainy nights
You are not afraid of the sultry rays
You are not afraid of sharp swords
You are not afraid of enemy picks.
Your collar is golden
Your sleeves are solid copper.
I promise to defeat the enemies
But you protect me too,
Give me an oath: that to the white chest,
That parents are dear much
Won\u2019t turn the enemy\u2019s bullet! \u00ab<\/p>

Above words Koblandy said,
And in anticipation of distant trouble
Taiburyl neighed, trembled.
Straightening its heroic stature,
Koblan to the attack rushed.
Taiburyl ran over the stones,
Creaked its hooves,
As if snow lay underfeet.
There was a neighing angry,
As if it threatened the earth with death.
Look at Koblan, at the lion:
Over his eyebrows he pulled the helmet,
He was thirsted for enemy blood.
Good people, listen to this
All by my own narration!<\/p>

Like a forest that is wide and dense
Forty thousand enemies rustled,
But the hero Koblandy believed,
As if were forty people there.
His eyes were firm,
From the heroic ages snow was falling,
And the eyelashes were covered in ice.
Even if the body it reaches,
The arrow as a thorn for him!
Kyzylbash, in a crowd standing,
Felt that death had come!<\/p>

Behind him having no friends
Being rich only in courage and strength,
Koblandy, like a wolf to lambs,
Suddenly attacked a hostile army,
And Kyzylbash warriors began to destroy.
Like a kulan overtaken by a leopard,
The mighty Koblan raced to the goal,
Like a river he shed the enemy\u2019s blood.
With a bloody hand
Koblandy squeezed all harder
A banner soaked in scarlet blood.
He saw a ravine on the left,
There were three thousand horses,
He saw a ravine on the right,
There were six thousand horses,
The horses can be useful for him,
He here thought: \u00abI\u2019ll take
These horses on the back way,
Taiburyl, you fly forward,
The enemy must be attacked!\u00bb<\/p>

He showed his power to his enemies,
Forty thousand he drove alone
The frightener of regiments and troops.
Here he rushes, breathing heavily,
Far away from his own and lonely,
He is tired, and his soul
At this moment in hand of the enemy.
When he turns around, there is no road,
There is no help and no friend!
But the Kyzylbash army is running,
From the saddles falling off at a gallop,
But they can\u2019t resist
To a lonely daredevil.
Is it necessary to stand still,
If the enemy has turned back?
If the enemy is trembling and running,
Do they ask the enemy a question:
How to chop you, with an ax or a sword?
Koblandy is merciless in battle,
By his dear spear
Blood flows in a crimson stream.
The Kyzylbash\u2019s arrogant army
Koblandy forced to run.
He cut them in half.
Be amazed at his deeds
Six hot days and nights
He exterminated those strongmen,
That they were loyal to their leader,
And did not flee from the field of war.
Afternoon of the seventh day
All the opponents were killed.
The frightener of regiments and troops,
Koblandy was left alone
In the middle of a silent land.
He stood leaning on a spear,
And in his soul the thought grew:
He will fulfill his desire,
To the ground he will destroy the city
Let Kyrly-kala perish!<\/p>

In his pray he praised
Glorious seven forefathers,
He became stronger than solid granite.
He did not let out of the city
No gentlemen, no cattle.
At the gates rose menacingly the dust,
The suburb is burning, everything is in blood:
That retribution itself is burning!
Those whose dress is always made of silk
Who always have bangs
He turned these noble wives into widows,
And he turned the landlords into slaves.
He took away so much good
So much silver and gold,
That in any way, could not be counted.
Like wool trampled underfoot
Kyzylbash important nobility.<\/p>

We decided to banish deception,
Only the truth is dear for us:
He destroyed the stronghold of the enemy,
And severe punishment works
Lasted seventeen days.
Koblandy drove out of the gate
Landlords, cattle, and horses,
He drove them in front of him \u2026<\/p>

Did not engage in battle with the enemy
From the Kiyat tribe leaders,
And they are not happy
With the victory of someone else.
They look at the prey,
The prey that much turned out.
Seems that a low soul
Those leaders possessed.
Those leaders reasoned
Sitting in a marching tent,
From the battle far away, on the mountain:<\/p>

\u00abKoblandy, returning home,
Would tell his relatives, his friends,
That the enemy himself he destroyed,
And the loot of battle
To the Kiyat army he gifted,
For we could there to fight;
We are worth nothing, thay said!
And for us, this word is trouble,
Will despise us the people.
Better let Koblandy die,
This daredevil terrible-eyed,
This lonely Kipchak! \u00ab<\/p>

The conversation lasted till midnight
Between the traitors in the tent.
The fiends of evil have decided
To kill Koblandy at dawn,
It was decided, but it did not come true
What was born in an evil soul:
Collusion, sneaky deception
By the hero Karaman was discovered.
\u00abOnly the most despicable horseman
will denigrate a companion-friend!\u00bb
So said the hero Karaman,
He nipped the evil in the bud,
This word burned everyone.<\/p>

They rested for five straight days,
The cattle were fed with dense grass.
Only the sixth day lit up,
Decided to return back
Brave men of the Kiyat tribe.
With interest, Koblandy rewarded them,
With the loot of battle
Turned out to be rich everyone.
Karaman was filled with longing:
\u00abWill I really come back,
Without touching the enemy?
Hey, fate, you\u2019re hard on me!\u00bb<\/p>

The leader of the Kiyat tribe
Stared at his peer
And he said: \u201cMy brother, my friend,
You are a leopard in battle,
I saw your courage.
But too wicked is my fate:
My spear wasn\u2019t let
To penetrate deep into the enemy\u2019s heart.
Koblandy, my peer and my brother!
Good people say
That not far from here
There\u2019s a khan of Kobikty.<\/p>

My companion, help to me
Steal the horses of enemy!
I will join the battle again,
In the meantime, the loots of battle \u2013
The Kazan Khan\u2019s herds
We will assign to the Kiyat family:
Let their warriors watch the horses.
If the khan of Kobikty, is the miscreant,
On my way he would stay,
With a spear him I will destroy.
He is a mighty batyr, they say,
The victory over him is an honor!
You will see, Koblan, that is in me
There is courage and there is strength.
I didn\u2019t show them in the war,
I didn\u2019t hit the enemy with a spear,\u2013
So come with me together!\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy agrees with him:
\u201cIf you want it \u2014 let\u2019s go,
Where appropriate, we will defeat the enemy! \u00ab<\/p>

Koblandy is captured<\/p>

Batyrs saddled their horses,
That the lightning flashed brighter
In their golden equipment,
Rode the hilly path
They rode some fun sharing,
They rode without praying,
Forgetting the wise ancestors to remember.
At the hour on their journey when they started,
The army into sleep plunged.
Under the shelter of the night darkness
At dawn there were friends
Near the Kobikty city.
They saw the grass in silver
The shore of the blue Cuba lake.
It was the herding time.
Two peers were shocked
With a number of mismatched horses.
A scream burst out
Stronger than the thunder.
With an imperious cry into a single handful
Horses were collected
And drove in front of them
Through the lakeside soft path,
Where the bushes were shining and green.<\/p>

Among these stolen horses
There was a horse of Kobikty himself.
Like feathered inhabitants of nests,
He spread his mighty tail.
It was quick-footed, wing footed
Apparently, it was breed on time,
It looked down on the world!
Smelling dust from afar
Raised its head, began to yawn,
With a proud neigh called the owner.
But, realizing that strangers came,
He parted the horses\u2019 herds,
It ran back from the enemies,
To get to the city in soon:
After the wigned feet, gray horse!
The batyrs chased together
Behind the winged, gray horse,
They left and couldn\u2019t catch up it.
And then lowered to the ground
Its mane, its bangs Taiburyl.
It blamed Koblandy in a soul
That the rider rushed to,
And drove his horse ahead of time:
The Taiburyl should have cared for
Forty days and three more days!
Koblandy is now convinced,
That Kortka was right:
Her words were confirmed\u2026
The east turned red and flamed.
The brilliance of the dawn star has faded.
At this time, laid down to rest
Koblandy at the foot of mount.
At this time, the winged and fleet
The gray ran into the city with a roar,
The dust trembled under the horse.
Hearing the sound of its hooves,
Kobikty got angry and says:
\u00abThe enemy attacked the horses!\u00bb
His face was dark with rage,
The soul became thirsty for revenge.
Kobikty saddled the horse
And on the gray at full speed
He rushed to the mountains foot,
Kobikty galloped with a club,
Similar to a horse\u2019s head.
At the hour when the east blazed,
The morning star has disappeared,
Like a raging mountain stream,
With a cry: \u00abThese are my flocks!\u00bb,
With a cry: \u00abGet away from my horses!\u00bb
And, sparkling with his chain mail,
Kobikty caught up with two batyrs,
To Karaman he said the follows:<\/p>

\u201cThe people have a lead,
Didn\u2019t you think about it?
The earth has a master
Over the horses there is an arbiter,
Over the people there is a ruler, \u2014
Didn\u2019t you think about it?
My horses were on the pasture,
Who are you, who broke into my herd?
The horses were grazing by the lake water \u2013
Who are you, who became the beginning of the trouble?
The horses were grazing on a green meadow \u2014
Who are you, whom I can punish?
Who are you, answer me now,
Who are you, who have disturbed their peace?\u00bb
\u00abIf you were born a hero,
You will always find a way
whenever and wherever,
Even a villain would be paid with kind
If you are truly good \u2026 \u00ab
Thinking so, decided Karaman
The courage to show his own:
And threw a spear at Kobikty.
But didn\u2019t help the Great God
Show his courage to Karaman.
That spear with his club,
Similar to a horse\u2019s head
Kobikty like a ball hit it off.
And the enemy set off at a gallop,
He grabbed him by the neck,
Savagely, he twisted him,
Like a puppy squeaks Karaman!
Kobikty, the mighty rider,
Puts him under the knee.
With whom will he fight again?
He brought guile to the rescue,
He decided to capture in a snare
Koblandy, in a dream immersed:
If he wakes up a little \u2013 he won\u2019t be able to overcome\u2026
Look, in a nine-layer seine
Was caught by Kobikty the brave man!
Making sure that the enemy is captured,
\u00abGet up!\u00bb, Kobikty shouted.
Does not want to disturb his sleep,
Batyr Koblandy does not wake up.
How could he even think
To become a victim of such a disaster?
The enemy took the weapon off him,
There was nothing left on him.
He sleeps carelessly and sleep is deep,
The white light is far from him.
A stupid case is to blame for this:
The free falcon was caught in a snare,
He was captured on the land of a stranger!<\/p>

Koblandy stretched his legs,
Turned over to the right side
Apparently, the warrior is unaware,
That he fell into the enemy\u2019s snare.
Began to break a strong seine,
Five knots untied at once.
To look at Koblan is scary,
He is distraught, ready to cry.
Heavily in anger he breathes,
Apparently, his happiness was lost!
The two daredevil of same age
Kobikty put in irons,
Tied with saddlebow straps,
And drove their horses with his own.<\/p>

It was a time for the great pray.
Shadows fell on the meadows.
Two batyrs in a foreign country
Were the prey of the enemy.
Khan Kobikty drove to the city.
Before dark he drove the fortress,
He rode along the walls and loopholes,
As if he had come home from hunting,
Two batyrs, like two foxes,
Catched in the thicket of the forest,
Tied with saddlebow straps:
He took a strong revenge on his enemies!
He dismounted at the wall.
On his face visible swelling\u2026
He had a daughter Karlyga,
As a soul, she was dear to him.
White face, upturned nose,
Was bright the look of her gray eyes\u2026
He exclaimed, in a strong voice:
\u00abKarlyga, are you at home now,
Or are you not at home now?
Remember: God\u2019s order is terrible,
We will all be at the underground.
My crooked and curved sword,
will be broken in the battle,
And the soul with passions,
Will finally find peace.
I took two warriors captive:
When you will get married,
You will take them as a dowry,
These two slaves, my daughter.
A blue fly will sit on the eyebrow \u2013
They won\u2019t be able to drive it away.
Make them some crackers,
And put them in prison,
In the stuffy night let them yearn.\u00bb<\/p>

Although she is a woman
Born in this city
Karlyga was noble,
Revered in this country
Bay with yellowish marking horse
she was riding.
She took two batyrs under her arms,
She carried them like two bags,
And made them crackers
Two captured heroes
locked up tightly
So that no one can escape.<\/p>

Kobikty in the evening gathered
All their people at the feast,
To his son Birshimbay said:
\u201cKoblandy I have tightly bound,
And the Kipchaks are no longer strong.
Go to inform Alshagyr, the khan of the country,
That it\u2019s time to attack
And seize power over the Kipchaks,
That seven generations of revenge
Should break out sooner.
Take as a gift for the happy news
Two girls \u2014 Kanikey, Tinikey,
His two beautiful sisters
Two good Kalmyk girls.
Hurry up, my son, hurry up! \u00ab<\/p>

He\u2019s devious mind in his years,
Birshimbay leaves the feast.
Here at full speed he rushes:
For the happy news to Alshagyr
He\u2019ll get two beautiful sisters!
Let him ride, forgetting about the rest,
We will tell about another girl,
Let\u2019s talk about something else.<\/p>

The beautiful Karlyga helps the prisoners to escape<\/p>

Karlyga returned home,
She was thoughtful and strict,
And began to remember the past.
Her mother was Kazakh:
Like a loot she was taken.
Taken from kin by the war
As a child and being an orphan,
She became a wife of Kobikty.
When her death hour has come
Just before the spirit her faded
To Karlyga she said:
\u201cIf you were born by me,
You must marry a Kazakh man, \u2014
In your soul keep my testament. \u00ab<\/p>

Although the mother was a woman, \u2014
She had a heroic personality.
Maternal dying testament
in Karlyga\u2019s soul preserved.
Shone like an inner light \u2026<\/p>

Karlyge in a few days
Wanted to look at the prisoners.
Koblandy appeared before her \u2013
And her chest was filled with trembling:
The power of the ancestors was alive in him,
The fearlessness of a lion was boiling in him.
And, by his loveliness embarrassed,
Kobikty\u2019s daughter was confused,
She couldn\u2019t take a step forward.
What kind of power burned her?<\/p>

Karlyga returned home.
A knot has been tied in her soul,
It is impossible to untangle it by herself!
Sweet oppression fell on her heart,
Isn\u2019t it really oppression?
With Koblandy she fell in love!
She couldn\u2019t sit in one place in the house,
She is languishing, sighing and sad,
Only the prisoner\u2019 features she reminds,
Kobikty\u2019s daughter will burst into tears.<\/p>

\u2026Quietly she went out of the house.
Her road is difficult today.
Here she goes through the narrow streets,
A turn, after another turn,
Here are two friends sitting in a dungeon.
The heroes are surprised,
They can not understand: \u00abIs this the light of dawn?
But now it\u2019s not sunrise, it\u2019s sunset time!
They can not understand: \u00bb Is this the light of the moon?
It came up from the wrong side!\u00bb
Like the day, the dungeon is light:
This is Karlyga, has brought her light!<\/p>

Karlyga led the conversation:
\u00abHere, in the wild is the green space,
Here the aytatyr grass grows,
Cattle graze on the lawns
Meet spring all living things
Only you, batyrs, are in captivity!
Warlords, are you villains?
What kind of thought have you cherished?
Batyrs, what do you have in mind?
Are you languishing for nothing in prison?
Will you remember Karlyga,
If I help you to escape?
Or, having reached the home side,
You will tell as braggarts,
As if by yourself managed it
And escape from the enemy\u2019s dungeon,
And Karlyga has no deal in it?
My flock was grazing the meadow,
Didn\u2019t you drive the horses?
Karaman answered her:
\u00abI am powerless, I am exhausted,
Even can\u2019t open the lock.
Look at my torments,
Untie my hands,
If you allow me, I will run away,
And will never forget Karlyga!\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy then says:
\u00abYou can run, you faint heart,
Get away from me!
Maybe the bluebird of happiness has left me,
But I\u2019m not crushed yet!
And to you, the oppressor\u2019s daughter.
I also say: I will not run away,
I will first take revenge on the enemy!<\/p>

No, I\u2019m not a fugitive.
I\u2019ll settle accounts with your father,
My heart for revenge is thirsted!
The lakeside of Kozdi, in summer,
And Mount Karaspan, in winter.
They are my favorite shelters!
When I was six, I already rode a horse,
When I have reached the age of thirteen
I surprised the world with my courage.
No one is stronger than me!
Kipchak\u2019s sword is my tamga .
But for the enemy my sword carries death,
I have inspired fear among Kyzylbash.
Hearing my name: \u00abKoblandy!\u00bb
Stones fell from the mountain ranges,
In the mountains start burning the gorges.<\/p>

I have had strength in me, since childhood,
For my people I am the stronghold.
Don\u2019t rush, Karlyga,
You don\u2019t know me, nothing about my soul.
I\u2019ll bring you my home, with your uncovered face
I\u2019ll take you away on my horse!<\/p>

With a poor mother and a senile man,
Am I destined to meet?
I am in sad at the foreign land\u2026
Do you know, Karlyga,
Why I\u2019m in captivity, in prison?
Your father captured me,
At that moment when an unknown spirit
Took away my sight and my hearing,
I fell into a careless sleep.
I did not offer a prayer
to my seven wise forefathers.
and thus I fell into the enemy\u2019s hands.
Otherwise, tell me Karlyga,
Would I suddenly become a prisoner?<\/p>

Take care, my friend Karaman,
Send my best regards when you got home,
To the babbling brook of spring water
And the meadow, the beautiful grass,
Singing at dawn the nightingales,
To the white-headed mountain Karaspan,
And say hello, too,
To all friends of my infant years
To all old women and old men,
All spearmen and all deadly marksmen,
To hanting birds and catching dogs,
Inclidung eagles and greyhounds,
And fruits dipped in dew!<\/p>

Well, this light world is great!
To all Kazakhs say my regards,
Tell them not to cry
That I\u2019m all by alone here,
And now I was put into irons.
Oh, my Azuly lakes,
Oh, my high mountains with passes,
Where I had summer pasture,
Where I had winter pasture,
With the herds I roamed,
And with shepherds we stayed for over night!<\/p>

If there anyone among my people,
Who will go to look for me,
If I fall asleep dead?
And where one can find
A support on the difficult road?
I have no older brother,
I have no younger brother!
Now I have only one sorrow,
That I am far away from my native places.
Would it make me feel better if I said
That Kazakhs are countless?
But I won\u2019t say these words,
As I don\u2019t have a habit of calling for help.<\/p>

forty arches long arrows
With a golden notch,
Made of pine a bow precious.
And a silver spear \u2014
They are all my belongings.
I am a prisoner of Kyzylbash tribe,
If I would die here,
There is no shroud even,
To cover my body.<\/p>

I have a companion \u2014 Taiburyl.
Who will take care of the horse
In a foreign land of Kyzylbash?
Ninety-year-old Toktar,
My powerless and old father,
Analyk, my grey-haired mother,
Tired of weeping for me.
Karlygash, my dear sister,
Your pain is acute and heavy.
Dear Kortka, your batyr is in captivity,
Will he see his wife again?\u00bb<\/p>

The batyr\u2019s speech was firm.
Karlyga understood then,
That he hates his enemies,
He won\u2019t get out of the dungeon!
She begged in tears.
Both with Karaman they begged him,
That the Kazakh should escape from dungeon,
But Koblandy stood on his own.<\/p>

\u00abI lifted both of you by the armpits,
And carried here like two sacks,
But today you became more heavier,
I can\u2019t move you, anyway!\u00bb
Karaman hit the idea by Karlyga
And he added the follows:
\u00abHe is in the deep dungeon
Sat tightly, and by his ancestors forgotten.
Thus, even a whole army of women
Can\u2019t even lift him up\u00bb.<\/p>

\u00abKaraman, then said Karlyga,
If life is dear to you,
Hurry to the herds,
Galloping by your horse,
Bring here Taiburyl.
I know exactly what to do.
A faithful horse is the soul of a brave man,
Their hearts beat together.
Karaman, you should tie up joints
of Taiburyl horse,
So that the harness dig in the meat joints
The horse having unusual laceration,
Would let out a shrill yell.
And then, leaving the dungeon,
Koblandy, to save his horse, will run.\u00bb<\/p>

Karlyga hurried home,
to the herds Karaman.
He will sacrifice his life,
To save his friend
who is now a prisoner of war,
and rot in the dungeon!
He got to the herds
Of Kobikty tribe\u2019s countless horses,
He caught and sat on his horse,
And when darkness fell
He rode back to the city on it,
leading Tyburyl by the nose.
By the dungeon, in the darkness of the night,
Karlyga together with Karaman
Tied up Taiburyl tightly in its joints
So that had dug into meat its\u2019 harness.
The horse screamed, echoing the darkness.
The hero Koblan heard
moan and call of his companion-friend.
And could not bear, he broke the chains,
He turned the dungeon into ashes.
And when he became free, he shouted in his heart:
\u00abKill me if you should.
But, don\u2019t touch my horse!\u00bb<\/p>

Karlyga says to him:
\u00abA flame burns my heart,
I can\u2019t tolerate such fire.
I love you, dear batyr,
And the cramped and wide world
has become a burden for me.
Koblandy, if only together with you
I could leave this world,
I\u2019d be happy with my fate,
And would fulfill my mother\u2019s covenant\u2026<\/p>

Now listen here, warrior.
Holding your precious spear
Riding on your Buryl horse,
To the herd ride at once,
Steal the horses of different colours.
And if the grey horse will run away from you,
You shouldn\u2019t chase it, dzhigit.
Hope the God will help me from the heights
And I\u2019ll prevent Kobikty
To sat on his grey horse:
Even though I was born a woman,
I\u2019ll take the Khan\u2019s wings to my hands.
Also, trust your friend.
By the way, look at my deeds,
I\u2019ve saved your weapons
I saved it for you,
And mow, follow me.\u00bb<\/p>

Two friends as bright as the moon,
Karlyga led to the barn,
Where she kept their weapons.
She hastened Koblandy to wear
In an expensive armour,
She brought his faithful sword
So, proved that she is a true friend.
She helped him to sat on a horse.
She pledged love to him.
And gave him to touch her hand.<\/p>

Riding his stately horse
Wearing the armour reliable
Koblandy bade her a fond farewell.
And being protected by his iron
put his spear on his shoulder,
With his faithful friend, his brother.
He rode the way familiar.
Where the bushes quietly rustled,
They saw Kobikty\u2019s herd,
And the two of them stole the herd.<\/p>

Between two wide lakes,
Named Kuba and Sary,
The grey horse looked over the expanse,
Its ears became sharp,
It spread its tail like a bird,
Its forelock to the stars raised,
and looked at the moon and yawned\u2026
Isn\u2019t this my host galloping here?
It called to its host by neighing,
But saw two enemies,
So, rushed back to the city.
\u00abLet it run away,
We\u2019ll save the others\u201d friends say,
And they didn\u2019t chase after the grey.<\/p>

Karlyga joins two heroes<\/p>

Kobikty hears the trample of his horse,
He turned dark with anger, like the night,
By rage his features were distorted,
He shouted: \u00abKarlyga, my daughter,
Where are you and why are you so slow?
Saddle up my horse, right now!\u00bb<\/p>

Karlyga was waiting for these words
and came to her father\u2019s call:
\u00abThe patron of horses came back home,
Seems it wants fodder or some water.
Go to sleep, father, don\u2019t be afraid of trouble,
We\u2019ll beat any enemy!\u00bb<\/p>

Putting her father\u2019s suspicions to sleep,
She saddled the bedbug,
with a golden patterned saddle,
The horse\u2019s name was Akmonshak.
She wore a knight\u2019s saddle,
She strapped a sword to her belt,
And decided to put a chain mail
On her girlish slim figure,
On the top she twisted the braid,
And with a nagai hat it covered,
and pushing aside the damp fog,
at dawn she rode away
to follow her glorious companions on the trail.
She took some food on her way,
Only Koblandy she had on her mind\u2026<\/p>

She caught up with two friends,
That had stolen her father\u2019s herds.
The three riders followed their way
To the rising sun farther to south.
After reaching Sary expanses,
After a difficult half-day heat
The horse Akmonshak was tired,
The step became slow and sluggish.
Akmonshak doesn\u2019t eat, nor drinks,
And it doesn\u2019t want to run forward.
It turned out that there was it\u2019s brother
among the stolen herds,
and it was galloping, anxious.
Raised its forelock to the stars,
Looking around, started yawning,
calling to his owner with a loud neighing,
But suddenly recognized the strangers
And rushed away in complete confusion:
Seems its a very faithful horse.
The riders chased it in threes,
But couldn\u2019t catch up with the horse.
\u00abWhat will happen now?\u00bb \u2013 worrying,
Karlyga sighed in longing.
Two heroes said here:
\u00abIt is clear that the horse
disappeared in the distance.
Apparently, we can\u2019t catch it,
So, we will continue on our way,
Without the swift horse.\u00bb
Here in some remote place
A sandy hill they have reached.
Let them gaze from its height,
Let me tell you here about Kobikty.<\/p>

A white armour in nine layers he was wearing
That was specially created for fighting.
This steel is thick emough
To turn a rifle, a spear, a sword!
Karlyga says here: \u2014 Listen, Koblandy,
This is the only way to defeat the enemy!
Where the belly is covered
With the steel white armour
Four clasps-hooks are missing,
To be blown in the breeze.
If you\u2019re a daredevil leader,
If you\u2019re a real marksman,
Then right in the gut aim your enemy.
If you don\u2019t kill Kobikty
Kobikty will kill both of you!\u00bb<\/p>

Karaman hearing these words
Felt fear in his soul.
But Koblandy sent forward both,
Karaman and Karlyga,
Surrounded by reeds, hills, and marshes,
He was stayed there alone
Koblandy was waiting the enemy\u2026<\/p>

At this time, like the wind,
Akmonshak\u2019s brother \u2014 the winged and swift horse,
reached the city\u2019s gate.
Like the thunder roars its hooves rattle,
Kobikty gets up from sleep,
Calls his daugher Karlyga,
Oh, God! She has run away!
Kobikty became dark like the night,
His soul is ablaze by fierce anger.
He saddled the horse
that seemed like the wind,
took the fodder for one day,
and in his hand he has a club,
the club like a horse\u2019s head!<\/p>

He said, jumping on his horse:
\u00abI do not know, if I will stay alive,
Or trampling the grass, will fall died.\u00bb
As the custom-charter dictates,
He bade farewell to the people,
And at sunrise, early in the morning,
he rode on, faster than a storm,
After the enemy who stole the horses.<\/p>

As the great hero
Kobikty was known to his people,
He wanted to destroy the enemy.
The east was a blaze of scarlet.
Like a mountain rushing stream,
Its white armour was glittering.
Koblandy on his lonesome,
Saw him from afar.
Rage flared up in him then,
He shouted: \u00abCome here,
You cannot pull from my hands!\u00bb
He took a mighty bow in his hands.
And says to himself:
\u201cHas it really gone out
the bright light of my sharp eyes?
Or became weak my hands?
Or I\u2019m at the edge of my doom?
Or maybe the forefathers
that were everywhere and everytime with me,
Don\u2019t want to help me in trouble,
And they want to pass me by?
Or my arrows are not marks now?
Oh, my holy ancestors,
Give me the strength of your hands,
For I have condemned my enemy to death!
Where is my comrade? Where is my friend?
I am alone in my misfortune!\u00bb<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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To his ancestors Koblan called out in such a way.
Into the quiver he stretched out his hand,
Where every steel arrow with a yurt-sized flame
Flared up, can turn to ashes the world!
He took out a sharp arrow
And at his belly aimed it straight,
At the part by Karlyga was described.<\/p>

From the tight bowstring it released,
Loudly the arrow rang out
And of astonishing sharpness,
It sliced in two
Mighty-bodied Kobikty.
Two legs left sticking on the saddle
and can\u2019t fall down,
together with the arrow to the ground.
Flew off the upper part.<\/p>

To his fate is grateful, Koblandy:
The ancestors heeded his fervent plea,
To defeat the brave man!
But, lying in blood and dust,
Rejecting the power of death,
Kyzylbash\u2019s upper part
stretches out his hands to his club.
But In vain: power burned to the ground.
Koblandy came near to the head,
It is death that has come to Kobikty!<\/p>

\u201cThere is a proverb with deep meaning:
\u00abA daughter is a war, is an enemy\u00bb,
I recognize the ancient wisdom.\u201d
Says the prostrate one \u2014
Kobikty, in battle defeated.
He wants to pull out his beard,
No one to help, but he wants to shout?
And he would run away, he\u2019s legless, also\u2026<\/p>

Finally, Koblandy helped him
To throw off suffering:
With a sword beheaded him.
In such a way died Kyzylbash\u2019s brave man.
That\u2019s how a daughter,
was a downfall for her father,
She disavowed her family forever
Because she was young,
And fell in love with the enemy,
She plunged her father\u2019s house into trouble.
As Karlyga is waiting for the winner
Koblandy rode forward,
The enemy\u2019s horse by the bridle lead.
Kobikty\u2019s daughter must be happy,
Seems she has no other dream \u2014
Only to be with him from now on,
To live together and together to die.<\/p>

In the mountain greenery,
at the hum of a spring,
and all along the way ther were ravines, ridges,
And hills, crevices of rocks.
By the thickets of reeds
Karaman batyr was waiting them.
On their arrival he exclaimed:
\u00abThis is the law:
The wise wins the conversation,
The bravewins the battle.
You, Koblan, like a brother to me.
We are the same age as you.
Share the loot with me,
Give it to me, leave it to me!\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy says in response:
\u00abWe already even up our years,
For me, you are a sweet fruit,
Or maybe, you are sugar and honey.
Kobikty\u2019s horses are countless,
You can take as much as you want,
My brother, there is no need a share-out.\u00bb<\/p>

Karaman says here:
\u00abI did not fight with the enemy again,
But I know that it\u2019s saint
for you the hero\u2019s custom,
And you\u2019ll reward me with loot of war
You\u2019ll reward me with glory.
But together with horses, my brother,
Also, give me Kobikty\u2019s daughter.\u00bb
The young rider said:
\u201cThe horse Taiburyl is under me,
It is bred by Kortka and it\u2019s swift,
As a soul, Kortka is dear to me.
If Taiburyl hadn\u2019t helped me,
I could not defeat the enemy.<\/p>

I\u2019m thirteen now,
And over these years my clan
Many troubles and sorrows has endured,
And suffered a lot of hardship
From the fierce Kobikty.
Now I can breathe easy.
Look at Karlyga:
Where is her country, home and family?
She left everything for me!
I value her as a friend,
Great is her merit:
If Karlyga wasn\u2019t cunning,
I could not defeat the enemy.
I tell you, here, my will:
I trust in the power of her mind.
If she wills it herself and wants it,
I\u2019ll give you Karlyga.\u00bb<\/p>

Karaman took her by the hand,
Pulled her to him and said:
\u00abIf a peer agrees,
then I would like to be with you,
That is a good sign,
Our friendship we\u2019ll strengthen.\u201d
They wait some while under daytime sun,
Three of them were consulting,
and rode on their way,
Chasing their horses before them.
A few days passed
They reached the Kiyat army,
Who were herding Kazan\u2019s stolen cattle.
The army wants to migrate,
Only two peers were waiting.<\/p>

The sky has turned red, the sky in the flame,
Taiburyl has stopped, none even moving,
As if it sensed something wrong, or became weakened.
Koblandy began to cry like a slave:
Crouching, bereft of strength,
Buryl\u2019s front legs began to limp,
And stands, the army does not move.<\/p>

The evening shades
fell upon the vastness.
They reached Aksay by some means,
Decided to spend the night,
And move out at midnight.
In the meadow they pitched their tents.
Karaman took Karlyga by hands,
As if he was worthy of praise,
As if he was worthy of all the loot!
Here the crowd of arrogant kiyats
That were greedy and foolish,
among the grasses laid a carpet,
in their arms lifted up Karaman,
and on the carpet sat him down,
to talk some about the war.
And Koblan, who was born of a lion,
No one called to the carpet,
And to Koblan, who was born of a lion,
No one helped or hold his horse:
The impudent warriors of the Kiyat tribe
Don\u2019t look at him at all.<\/p>

A midnight star flashed on its light,
The Kiyat warriors decided
to move away without Koblandy.
Koblandy, the intimidator of the troops,
was left alone there with pitched tent,
with only a lame horse near him.
The kiyat people galloped home,
Take away the loot in a hurry.<\/p>

There is a fire in Koblan\u2019s soul,
There is no peer-friend on the way,
He is pierced to the bone with resentment,
began to cry, overcome with longing:
How loneliness is hard!
Karaman forgot about him,
Having seen the numerous kiyat warriors.
Koblandy with his longing
Forgotten on the road!<\/p>

Koblandy learns about the misfortune of his native village<\/p>

The lonely rider says:
\u00abIsn\u2019t it a cruel blow for me?
The one, who is good \u2014 goes forward,
The one, who is bad \u2014 goes nowhere.
Of the loot gained in the war a lot,
I got nothing now,
As the kiyat tribe owns all it.
I am a madman indeed,
Seems I was born a fool:
Why did I go on this trip alone?
Why did not I call from Kipchak,
Anyone to follow?
I should have taken ten comrades
Or at least five of them,
In general if I feet a wrath,
I would destroy an entire army!<\/p>

When I get home I\u2019ll be drowning:
Where is my vast expanse?
Now, in the vastness, I am sad and lonely:
Home, my sweet home, you\u2019re far from me!
Am I going to wander alone,
until the my last day?
I have no older brother,
to support me on my way.
I have no younger brother
So I could lead him by me.
It would do me no good,
Even if I would scream loud,
That there are numerous of Kazakhs:
Loneliness is my destiny!<\/p>

If I die in my wanderings,
If my torment ends,
To my wealth and good fortune
The enemy will stretch out hands.
Will I ever see
my aged father and mother?
Oh, Lord, I pray you:
Thou shalt show me the dawn tonight,
Don\u2019t forget your servant,
Let my fate be sealed.
Have you turned away from me?
Then do your will quickly,
Then don\u2019t let me to see the dawn,
the beginning of a new day!\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy saying these words,
By the glow of the midnight star
Dismounted his horse.
The batyr bowed his head,
It\u2019s heavy in his heart.
Saddle blanket he used for a bed,
Used a saddle as a pillow,
He fell down on his bed,
He sobbed in the silence of the night.
\u2014 Who will hear the hero?
He fell asleep with tears in his eyes.
And now the morning dawn
appeared in the heavens,
Fluttering on the dewy ground,
duddenly appeared on a gray donkey
A bright old man, full of wit.
The turban above his head is white,
He wields a magic wand.
He is the one who fights against evil,
He is the ancestors\u2019 sacred spirit!<\/p>

One can hear the silence of dawn:
\u00abKoblandy, are you asleep or awake?
The rumour of you is still going on,
The people yearn for you.
Your campaign was a failure,
Your victories were of no avail.
I have followed you,
To ward off your misfortunes,
The flaps of my golden coat
were worn out on difficult trails.
Your trail smelled of bitter smoke.<\/p>

Yesterday, in the midday heat,
I met Toktar decrepit.
Your father is dressed in rags,
In a torn coat down to his knees.
He has known everything
About being in captivity by Kyzylbash,
He became a beggar in his old age.
He has worn out his soles,
So, Toktar now a shepherd homeless.<\/p>

Analyk, your old mother,
Started pulling wool for the hosts,
that has condemned to slavery the old woman.
Analyk is grazing lambs.
And made cottage cheese for the hosts.
She was bent to the ground,<\/p>

And your sister Karlygash,
In that land where reigns Kyzylbash,
now serves tea for the lords,
She fills five bowls at once,
Always a towel in her hand,
Tied an apron around her waist\u2026
I\u2019ll tell you about Kortka:
Alshagyr, the Kalmyk Khan
wants to marry her and made Kortka
as his wife.
He has won the unequal struggle,
And a stronghold with sharp towers,
He has built at the foot of the mountain.<\/p>

By Alshagir your aul has been captured
your paternal home he has destroyed.
Look at you: are you healthy,
And you are learning the world in your wanderings,
But you gave the Kipchaks to your enemies.
Will you be happy yourself,
If your people are suffering,
If sorrow oppresses your homeland?
To throw off the yoke from her shoulders,
Show your strength to the enemy,
Don\u2019t think I\u2019m lying to you:
You\u2019ve heard the speech of the forefathers!\u00bb<\/p>

Then the batyr awoke, stunned,
A dream flew from his eyes.
He saw burning in the sky
the bright glow of the dawn star.
He saw it and burst into tears.
How could Koblandy not weep,
When about Kortka he thought?
Who is languished in captivity, in anguish,
Also he remembered his people,
that suffer under the enemy\u2019s yoke!<\/p>

Buryl that began to limp,
Seems felt by the soul of the racehorse,
That is in captivity the homeland,
So its grievous affliction has passed,
For its ancestors\u2019 sacred spirit
That gave news about the homeland.
Was beating hotly the horse\u2019s heart,
Like a kulan it began to frolick.
Karlyga, as Koblan fell asleep,
untied his steed.
Even though she\u2019s a young woman,
she is wise it turned out!
Together with her swift Akmonshak,
Taiburyl, she started to herd,
among the feather-grass and wormwood.<\/p>

How to rescue people from captivity?
Weeping and groaning native land.
Koblandy was struggling to walk,
For the warrior every step was too hard.
Finally, Karlyga he met,
She was in the meadow and in tears said:
\u00abThe enemy has seized my homeland,
My people have been bent to the ground,
My village into ashes he turned.
Alshagyr, is a noble Kalmyk,
At the foot of the golden mountain
He has now erected a fortress of stone.
The ancient forefathers\u2019 holy spirit
with this message has suddenly appeared.
For sure, there is no deceit here!
Seems, no friend in my distress to help me:
I cannot see Karaman here, too!<\/p>

Even though you were born a wife,
We already even up our years
I wish, share my sorrow with you.
I give half of it to you.
Stay safe and be happy,
I\u2019m going on my way without a friend,
Going to my people,
That in Kalmyk\u2019s captivity have grown weary.
If God will help me in battle,
I will dispel the misfortune alone.\u00bb<\/p>

Karlyga then says:
\u00abWould a brave dzhigit
be lost in the hour of need?
Can the foe having taken up arms,
Forever grab the country,
that people languish in captivity?
I have left my home,
Koblandy, with only one hope,
That I would be your wife,
But my fate is different
And my longing has no end.
I ruined my father for you,
So shall I feel pity for my soul?
If your people in suffer,
If in grief your land,
Do not delay, ride forward.
By morning, hope to reach Karaman:
If he wants this march to join,
I\u2019ll gather all Kiyat warriors myself.
But, if I get a refusal,
I\u2019ll come at noon hour.
So, see you tomorrow.\u00bb<\/p>

Having heard this wise speech,
The warrior got ready to fight.
He fastened a sword to his belt,
He put on a thick armour.
Taiburyl, who was
Like a clear winged falcon,
He drove to Mount Karaspan,
Pushing aside the dawn fog.
The horse that doesn\u2019t stand the hot and heat,
And overtaking the whirlwind on the fly,
Koblan hit on the thigh,
Beat its stomach with a whip
So that the blood fell with foam.<\/p>

Taiburyl, like a bird, is winged.
Only the sunset lay on the ground,
Koblandy was again
On his Kipchak land.
Before batyr appeared the native village.
Buryl inhaled the sweet smell
And suddenly fell down.
The dashing horseman quickly dismounted
And he felt the ground with his hand.<\/p>

It is a pity that Buryl is a horse.
But don\u2019t think of it as an animal:
This horse is smarter than a man!
Where there was a golden barn,
Where the young shearling
By Kortka twice a day was fed,
Like a mother was gentle and kind,
That\u2019s where Taiburyl fell down!<\/p>

Where there were trees all around,
Where the river rumbled
In the impregnable crevices of the rocks,
Where the village once was,
Where a horse fell beneath a batyr,
Where a spring under a plane-tree murmured,
Surrounded by fragrant grass,
The batyr lay down to rest.
Saddle blanket he used for a bed,
Used a saddle as a pillow,
But he couldn\u2019t lie still.
On the land,where he had winter pasture,
On the land,where he had summer pasture,
He wept all alone,
He longed for his human housing,
He grieved for his people.<\/p>

Early in the morning the east flashed.
He looked up the mountains with passes,
Where he once roamed herds,
And with shepherds stayed for over night.
In this distance that has become brighter,
He gazes up at it with wet eyes.
There is a camp, but no people,
There is a swamp, but no lakes.<\/p>

Koblandy comes to his homeland<\/p>

The sky in the flame, the sky has turned red
The hero rides forward.
He says to his horse at a gallop:
\u00abWe\u2019ll break Kortka from bonds,
My fellow, fly like an eagle!\u00bb
Here comes Lake Ainakol
And Kortka\u2019s village tents.
No people: only reeds\u2026
Even though he was born a batyr,
Even though in his grief he was strong,
Koblandy couldn\u2019t help himself,
He cried, filled with longing\u2026
Oh, isn\u2019t this the familiar threshold?
What\u2019s left of Kortka\u2019s yurt?
Only the hearth, full of ashes.<\/p>

Koblandy raked up that ash,
And found food supplies.
Koktim\u2019s daughter, the fierce enemy
At the hour when was about
to take away everything in a blue carriage,
Koblandy\u2019s young wife,
A bright wit born,
Put some food in the hearth:
She left nothing else
As had no time to hide on that day,
Saying, \u00abLet him find it, let him have some food,
When she reaches his birthplace\u00bb.<\/p>

Koblandy, all by alone,
Broke off a piece of bread,
In his korzhun put the rest.
And Taiburyl rode on ahead,
It turned stones into sand,
The hooves did not touch the ground.
It opened a mouth wide,
And the birds were afraid,
To get lost in its dust.<\/p>

Here the shadows of the night,
And the horse, in the silence of the night,
suddenly fell down on the grass<\/p>

Koblandy descended from Taiburyl,
He started groping the ground and found
Under the horse, an arshin high,
A wonderful golden stake:
This was a sign to her husband
By the young, unhappy wife,
That on this road the enemy \u2014
Koktim\u2019s daughter, taken her into slavery.
The bright, shining golden stake
Koblandy put in the korzhun,
And the horse galloped onward.<\/p>

Koblandy batyr at dawn
Rode to the golden mountain,
By which the fortress was erected
Of Alshagyr, a noble Kalmyk.
Says Koblandy here: \u00abI will help
To all who were captured by the enemy,
I\u2019ll save my poor people!\u00bb
Koblandy toured the fortress twice
and nowhere found a gate.
The vault of heaven was ablaze,
But the batyr still can\u2019t find,
Any gate to fulfill his vengeance,
Even a slot to get into the city.<\/p>

Suddenly he heard the sorrowful voice,
Suddenly he felt a thump in his heart:
It was weeping old Toktar.
But who was he weeping for?
He wept for his only son,
Whose footsteps are lost in the world.<\/p>

Koblandy heard follows:
\u00abAmong the camels that herding together,
There is one incomparable camel.
My incomparable Koblandy,
Where are you, my little colt?
Among a lot mismatched horses,
There is a winged one that is stronger than others.
You were also winged, Koblandy,
Where are you, my dear foal?
Falcons are flying, soaring together,
Only one is rich in courage.
You were brave, Koblandy,
Where are you, my little falcon?
Among the lambs that tread the meadows,
There\u2019s one whose horns are like a moon.
My only son, Koblandy,
Where are you now, my lamb?
The bulls are asleep and have humbled their temper,
Only one is mighty and stubborn.
The restless and gray bull,
Where are you now, my calf?<\/p>

How much sorrow I have had,
How many hot tears I have shed,
But there\u2019s no relief from them.
I am now dressed in rags,
A coat given to me by the enemy,
That doesn\u2019t cover event my knees.
I\u2019d rather fall under a sword fearsome
Than to be captured by a powerless man!
I curse thee, Alshagir,
You have shown us your power,
But I know that the attack is passing,
The deceptive world is changeable.
Wait, kyzylbash, wait a bit,
The coming day is still ahead!
If my only son is alive,
He\u2019ll come, winged one, to you,
He\u2019ll come with payback to you!<\/p>

Koblandy, the light of my eyes!
Ninety years old I am, now.
Look, your old father
became a slave and tends sheep.
Oh, will slavery come to an end?
I have you alone, I have only you,
Will you come, my beloved son
to restore freedom to Tocktar?
To return the will of the people?\u00bb<\/p>

The old man fell silent with a bitter groan.
Here Analyk wakes up from her sleep,
The gray-haired, weak mother,
got up and began to cry:
\u00abDo not weep, my Toktar, my husband,
Will the weeping make sorrow pass away?
Keep quite, let me also tell my sorrow.
Oh, how spacious it was around
In the days when Koblandy was near us!
Oh, Toktar, my husband, my dear one,
How light were at that time
My golden shoes!
Life seemed to me an everlasting spring,
As the Seven Gardens of Paradise\u2026<\/p>

I dreamed that the night wind was blowing,
I heard the sound of wings,
That Taiburyl is flying, it\u2019s wings noise!
Toktar, lift up your eyes:
This wind is from Mecca, Toktar!
Our only son is galloping back,
He sends us tigings, very glad:
Are there four clouds?
The boy\u2019s father-in-law gave them to him.
He said, rich in intelligence:
\u00abOn a summer\u2019s day they will come from the east,
In winter they will come from the north,
And when the enemy attacks,
About the enemy they will announce.\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy, the pillar of the earth,
Come back, light of my eyes!
Look, here are your clouds,
And you\u2019re not here yet, not yet!
In the days when my son was near me,
I was wearing a brocade beshmet,
And I wore a silver skullcap painted,
A round golden cap
with a waving feather.
In the days when Koblandy was near me,
On a splendidly decked horse
I traveled in our mountains,
I glittered at the noisy feasts,
Dressed in silk and satin,
But my one and only son is gone
And the trouble happened to me.
Oh, the river Zhayik,
You are muddy and wild,
Oh, my eyes are bleeding!
My Toktar, your soul is pure,
Look at me, my old man.
My right eyebrow is twitching.
My lips are trembling,
So, it means in soon
I\u2019ll be kissing our child again.
See, my shoulders are trembling,
It means that soon to Mount Karaspan
Will move out our caravan,
And I\u2019ll wear the satin again.
See, my legs are trembling,
It means that in a good hour
Will back the Kipchak tribe,
to live on the native side,
And then I\u2019ll ride forward
On a splendidly decked horse.
Look, look, my old man,
My caked breasts
filled again, like a spring.
What do you say to this, my people?
It\u2019s time for milk suckling again
By my son who\u2019s gone far away!<\/p>

Koblandy, the light of my eyes,
To the mourner turn your gaze!
I am sixty years old,
And what a shame for me,
My lamb, my little boy:
I\u2019m twisting a strong harness for the khan,
Making cottage cheese,
And combing the wool for the lords\u2026
My spirit is worn out with shame,
And your honor is being trampled on!<\/p>

Alshagir holds us in captive
Behind the high fortress wall,
He also captured your young wife
Wants to marry her and make his wife.
How long will our enemies torment us?
Help Kortka, help her and help us,
Start a war over the Kalmyks!
Why are you wandering in vain?
You should to raise the sword of vengeance!
Do you hear your native land\u2019s voice?
Do you hear my son, how your mother cries?
Hateful oppression is unbearable.
Let my weeping reach you!\u00bb<\/p>

Here says his sister:
\u00abDear mother, don\u2019t cry, wait,
What will come true is ahead.
Is coming our time to act.
I have dreamed of a wonder.
That axe, with steel of sharp,
made a cut in the granite,
and suddenly became blunt.
I took it to the sharpener,
Restored back its strength,
And now it\u2019s ready for fight:
This is the message that gave me
Our forefathers in a prophetic dream.
I hear the hoofs rattling,
My heart hears that my dear brother
on horseback is approaching!\u00bb
Says Kortka in confusion:
\u00abHow fate is cruel to me!
Moonlight over Karaspan Mount,
My falcon is in flight.
Far away is my Sultan,
And my cry will not reach him,
won\u2019t hear his wife, my falson.
He won\u2019t know that in captivity she\u2019s crying.
The mountain is rich in streams.
Where the argalis freely jumps and plays.
How mighty is your batyr\u2019s stature,
My husband, my sultan, my batyr!
Who are we? Women, whose hem is long:
God crated us like this.
Oh, the high mountains with passes,
My childhood flew here!
If my white body,
the one kissed only you,
will give it to the enemy without a fight,
so that I will wither in a stranger\u2019s yurt?
If I can be a wife
to a irreligious with a worthless soul?
If the mare losts its foal,
that was a suckling.
So it will be an assault on her,
that a three-year-old colt
was allowed to that mare\u2019s teats.
If the mare camel, lost it\u2019s colt
So it will be an assault on her,
If a mature male
is suddenly was allowed to her teats.
The one will also commit violence
when finds a room for the raven,
Where a falcon sits on a pole.
Only God knows my shame and disgrace,
Am I really going to become a wife
To the stranger who owns me?
Where are you, proud steed Taiburyl?
Like a child, you were dear to me,
But you have forgotten your duty as a horse,
You\u2019ve strayed far from me.
I\u2019ve cherished you since your early days
Like a child of my own, took care of you
So, that you would not fall among the rocks,
I helped you, Taiburyl,
I gave you golden horseshoes.
Remember the first forty days?
In those places where greener the grass,
When I found the young mares,
With the milk of mischievous,
I gave you a drink, Tyburyl.
And when ninety days have passed,
To make you the strongest of horses,
That you don\u2019t fall asleep,
That you don\u2019t fall in the dust of the road,
To be the swift-footed warhorse,
Ive prepared a medicinal herb
to strengthen you, Tyburyl.<\/p>

People were talking all around,
That Kortka was nursing
The incomparable sucker.
So, with a good milk nourished,
You became a three-year-old shearer.
How could you give back to me such a way?
Did you take care of me?
When you\u2019ve become a five years old.
you wanted long for,
I understood your concern,
And led five mares to you.<\/p>

I praised you without limits,
And I praised you justly.
I have led thee in a silk harness
of a five arches long,
So you have a neck strong.
You were a naughty little colt,
I taught you courage,
I tamed you when you were stubborn.
I caressed you like a mother,
So, you\u2019ve become famous everywhere.
Why don\u2019t you want to tell me?
How far have you gone?
To make Kortka glad,
You\u2019re at least from afar
Show yourself for a while,
So that my batyr, my sultan
Could appear before my eyes.
I cherish the dream in my soul:
That my sultan, mighty and bright,
With fierce vengeance
will come to the enemy,
And for everything, the oppressor Kalmyk
will get vengeance in full from him.
Only this dream that makes strong
Koblandy\u2019s young wife!\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy meets Kortka<\/p>

Young Kortka\u2019s mournful voice
The heavens have blown
Over the expanses of the poor land.
Taiburyl in the forest clearing
Heard the sorrowful call:
This is the call of mther her child!
Torning the ground under her,
It began to roar loudly and longingly.
So that it\u2019s a tearful neigh,
The breeze carried to Kortka.<\/p>

The longing left her heart.
\u00abMy sultan has come, my dear is here!\u00bb
And saying these Kortka\u2026
From the high fortress wall
She saw from afar:
Koblandy was behind the wall,
Batyr\u2019s lion\u2019s gaze was sad.
He stands on the forest glade,
Not roasted, not scorched,
Eating the bustard he killed
The bones fall on the grass.<\/p>

Kortka\u2019s beauty has blossomed,
Kortka has a falcon\u2019s stature.
She came to Alshagir,
To say follows:
\u00abYou have conquered our country,
You keep the Kipchaks in captive,
But beware: the heavens will execute
A dog like you!
Someway you knew that my husband left,
And children and old women have atacked,
You came upon us like a blizzard,
Destroying the defenseless and weak.
If my sultan were at home,
I would not look upon you!
You\u2019ve taken me to your city,
Like a prison you\u2019ve locked me up,
And I\u2019ve put up with your outrage,
I don\u2019t see the light of day.<\/p>

Just once, would you let me
To take a walk behind the castle wall,
Just once on a meadow to stand,
Breathe in the cool of the forest!
I\u2019ll take the striped bag,
I\u2019ll tie a harness around my waist,
I\u2019ll go to the green meadow,
I\u2019ll walk behind the wall,
Maybe I\u2019ll pick up some dung.\u00bb<\/p>

Alshagir was brave and smart,
He was a real daredevil!
He was delighted
with Kortka\u2019s beautiness
He couldn\u2019t refuse her request
For in his heart the hope he kept
That Kortka would be his wife.
So he said: \u00abI\u2019m not strict with you,
You can go for a walk short time,
Have breathe in the coolness of the forest.\u00bb<\/p>

Koktim\u2019s daughter took the bag,
She tied a harness around Kortka\u2019s waist.
The Kalmyk Khan was afraid,
That when it gets darker,
Kortka can run away along the forest paths,
So he ordered two follow her
Two maids and two slaves.<\/p>

The captive comes out of the gate.
She was so hurried and running forward,
That her guards lag behind.
Then Kortka takes out the bag
And puts it on her belly, under her dress,
But she rolls it up four times.
Here comes the forest before her,
the path goes into the darkness.
Where to the birch trunk
The horse Taiburyl was tied up.
Grasses under it is dugging up,
Taibutryl can\u2019t stand still.
Seems as Kortka is appeared in the distance!
Like a child who has found his mother,
Towards Kortka it rushes,
tearing up the reins.<\/p>

Koblandy ran after the horse,
Fearing that in the forest wilderness
It\u2019ll be lost, or any other case!
The lady, when saw the horse,
Undid ten buttons on her chest
trembling with happiness.
Taiburyl ran up to Kortka
And in a swift and hot jerk
bumped its head into her breast,
And fell down the warhorse.
And Koblan came running up
And saw his desired wife\u2019s
Inclined and resilient waist.
Before Kortka, in the silence of the forest,
He appeared, mighty and handsome.
According to custom with arms crossed,
The wife bowed before her husband,
And says to him full of happiness:<\/p>

\u00abYou came back, my beloved, to me:
First was the horse, and later the rider.
You sat with a banner on your horse,
So, you chosen the fair way.
If you were leaving people,
Then an evil misfortune bent them,
If you came to people,
Then a star of happiness shone for them.
My falcon, leader of the people,
Did you come here with good fortune?
I have guarded the enemy\u2019s hearth,
I entered the enemy\u2019s house,
On his chestnut steed I rode,
I cursed my fate,
I harnessed my enemy\u2019s cart,
My Koblan, my sultan, my kinsman,
What will you do to your sinful wife?<\/p>

May the evil slanderer perish!
My husband was in a foreign land,
And I was forced by a Kalmyk,
I found no support around me,
I obeyed him like a servant:
I have born a child from the enemy.
My Koblan, my sultan, my kinsman,
What will you do to your sinful wife?\u00bb<\/p>

Says Koblandy in responce:
\u00abWhere are my old days?
The shearer will have misfortune,
Having left its herd.
Did you bring one, my wife?
May your child live long.
Even if you had brought a thousand.
I will not bear you a grudge.
It\u2019s been a hard journey for me:
I learned not only separation.
But, known wrench of loneliness!
Let your child grow up,
my future stronghold \u2014 in battles!\u00bb<\/p>

And again Kortka was convinced,
That Kobland is a man of good morales,
That he is clean:
He had no words of occusation for her!
And then she took out
Under her dress the rolled up bag,
That enlarged her belly.
And smiled with white-toothed mouth,
A chuckle flashed in her eyes:
\u00abBeat it, you striped bag!\u00bb<\/p>

The mighty Koblan laughed,
He recognised the cheat at once,
He had the greatest respect to his wife,
So he was sure that she has no guilty.
He said: \u00abMy fate is hard,
Very long I\u2019ve stayed in a foreign land.
Your husband came to you
With a sad soul.
But I found you in captivity
And very saddened.
Here I praise the happy moment
I have achieved my cherished dream.
How I longed to see
My people, my father and mother,
And you too, my dear wife,
So beautiful, kind and smart,
But, sometimes it seemed to me
That I will never see all of you\u2026
Oh, dear wife, come to me,
Come closer, my dear beauty,
You are my destiny,
Let me great you warm!\u00bb<\/p>

A languid and full of fire,
Koblandy in broad daylight
Hugged his Kortka so tight.
That the beauty\u2019s waist almost cracked.
So hard and warm Koblan hugged her.<\/p>

Here Kortka says to her man:
\u00abBe patient, come down, my Sultan!
You have known the wrench of loneliness,
You haven\u2019t been in bed for a long time,
Your heart\u2019s with passion burning.
My Sultan, you\u2019ve so many enemies,
But, only a few friends
Don\u2019t waste your strength, your power!
Tell me, were is your older brother?
Tell me, were is your younger brother?
I believe that the day will come,
You\u2019ll tear the people out of captivity.
What if you suddenly get into discuss
Or start a humorous talk,
And then a fool, a slanderer,
Who has a bitter tongue,
will say poisonous words:
\u00abWhen he came back, he did not seek
Not his father, nor his feeble mother,
But he sought his wife at first!\u00bb
Is this not a shame and a disgrace?\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy says in response:
\u00abA true friend never lies.
The one who a fox\u2019s coat wears
Never afraid of frosts or blizzards.
If you were born a shah into the world,
\u2014 You\u2019d be the smartest shah on earth!
There\u2019s a lot of meaning in your words.
You have very beautiful stature,
It\u2019s a pity you were born a woman,
You have to make peace with it.
And if you were born a man into the world
The whole country, you would rule!<\/p>

I have no comrade-in-arms,
No sidekick by my side,
But even being in singular
I am equal to the multitude!
Having suffered so much in my journey,
How glad I am here be with you,
I\u2019m a lion, longing about my lioness,
I came to you, my dear!
I wondered if you\u2019d suddenly say:
\u00abLong-awaited, desired spouse
didn\u2019t even let Kortka to see
that he was burning and languishing in longing,
And went away, as cold as ice\u2026\u00bb<\/p>

Oh, Kortka, I have ceased to suffer!
I didn\u2019t know if I\u2019d see again
My people , my wife, my parents.
Tomorrow, tking the formidable sword
and wearing my armor,
that Daut-prophet made,
on Buryl horse I\u2019ll ride,
even though I am alone,
and will go into battle,
against the enemy that captured you:
The hour of salvation is at hand.<\/p>

Let the Kipchaks, my kin,
That long awaited this day,
On this night won\u2019t sleep for a moment:
From their shameful fetters will break out.
Let the people be ready for the fight.
Let Kipchaks in the dense forest
cut down a cudgel for themselves,
I\u2019ll save the people from captivity.
Early in the morning I\u2019ll call the cry.
Whoever wants a victory,
Let come closer to me,
Waiting for me at the iron gate.<\/p>

I have come from afar,
I\u2019m looking for an army of hostile,
Well, and you, dear Kortka,
Shouldn\u2019t walk so long.
It\u2019s time for you to go back,
There are in captivity my sister
Also, my mother and father.
Perhaps you have forgotten them?
Alshagir, who is full of sin,
will torment my kin:
saying \u00abWhy is your daughter-in-law so late?\u00bb<\/p>

Oh Kortka, the light of my eyes,
What are you waiting for?
Go back, right now!
To the elderly my best regards
And brighten up the youth.
Tell them all: \u00abYour Sultan has come with war
He has come the enemy to attack,
To tear you out from shackles.
He is sitting behind the fortress wall.
Tell them all: for his kin people
He is willing to sacrifice his life.
Tell them all: he is just.
he will call the cry, tomorrow,
and will start the real battle,
for now Kortka,
Stay safe, God bless you.\u00bb<\/p>

Kortka answers the batyr:
\u00abAfter a long separation,
Is so short our meeting!
I will obey you in everything.
You said: \u00abGo back!\u00bb
So, I will go back.
Your hand is merciless,
Tomorrow the Kalmyk army will be defeated,
But, please face me for a moment,
I\u2019ll kiss you, and then I\u2019ll leave.
Our good alliance is strengthened by the God.
If tomorrow comes your end,
I will perish, I will be lost,
I will not bear such misfortune!\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy turned to her,
Pure and bright Kortka,
with a kiss burned him.
Kortka hurried back,
She was same strong from love, and weak.
And two maids and two slaves
were hurrying to the city after her.
At the wall, under the high mountain,
Her words were heard:
\u00abWhy are you sleeping, the head of guardians?
Open the gates at once!\u00bb
Kortka has made them all happy\u2026
The young and the old,
The brave youth, women, children:
\u00abKoblandy is near at the gate!\u00bb
This news stirred the people up,
The Kipchak tribe was excited,
The bent Toktar heavy sobbed,
They said both young and old:
\u00abKoblandy help you, you lord,
To defeat the oppressors!
To deal a mortal blow on them!\u00bb<\/p>

Karaman renounces his rights to Karlyga<\/p>

At that time the mighty Koblan
On the high mound climbed:
What dust in the distance, there appeared?
He saw in the heavy dust
A golden zishagee is shining,
this was on the horse Akmonshak,
so bright like a lightning,
Karlyga was riding!
And behind her in the dense grass
Seyil\u2019s son Karaman was rushing,
And behind him on a red horse,
As on a light and fast fire,
A rider, whose name is Orak, was riding.
The famous enemy of Kyzylbash,
He learned that the Kipchak tribe
was being held captive by Kalmyk,
and he rushed off on his march alone!<\/p>

His face like the moon,
And his axe is so sharp,
He gives no mercy to his enemy.
He met Karlyga on the road,
And with the giant Karaman
they are like brothers and sister,
Like saigas, the three of them
rushed all together,
And they have one road,
they have the same anxiety,
they all have the same hero\u2019s stature.<\/p>

Koblandy even didn\u2019t dare to dream,
That their road led to him,
That help was coming to him\u2026
Let the four batyrs,
With a thirst for a righteous fight,
Rejoice their meeting.
We\u2019ll leave our friends for a while,
We\u2019ll talk about something else,
If all who sit in the circle,
are not weary and will listen to us.
We\u2019ll lead the story forward.
Alshagyr was a noble Kalmyk,
His mother was a clever one:
She read many books,
She learned to divine by books.
She made a spell,
She puzzled out, she read through it,
That heroes in four
Will fight for will and honor.<\/p>

She called her son
And said: \u00abAlshagyr, listen to me,
Whoever wants to find, will find,
Whoever wants to kill, will kill.
This is how the world is created.
Who is there surrounding us?
He is grey-eyed, and his nose is straight,
His face shines brighter than a star
It seems this is Koblandy?
Get up, my son, hurry up!
Who is beside him that strives for battle?
He is grey-eyed and face pitted,
Here he rides around the mound\u2026
Isn\u2019t that Karaman?
Get up, my son, hurry up!
A horse is galloping on the grass.
Isn\u2019t this Akmonshak?
Who has left the hearth and home
With a marten hat on a head?
Bone is our, but meat is the enemy.
Isn\u2019t that Karlyga?
Get up, my son, hurry up!
Frowns his eyebrows \u2013 that is batyr\u2019s habit:
Thirsts for his enemies blood.
The red horse cuts through the darkness,
On this horse rides \u2014 batyr Orak:
Get up, my son, hurry up!\u00bb<\/p>

Alshagir led the talk:
\u00abDo not hurt with longing my heart!
As we have a sharp tongue,
We use our larynx to calm it.
Therefore, is brave the shooter,
For he has an arrow in his quiver.
Well, what do I need your advice for?
You talk of that which is in really no have,
I am not afraid neither misfortune, nor enmity.
But you say: \u201cKoblandy is here.\u201d
Is there any sense in your talking?
Koblandy, to dust already has turned,
He went and found death
From Kazan and Kobikty.
Though you tell the fortune well,
You\u2019ve lost your insight, I\u2019ll tell!\u201d<\/p>

Says the old woman in reply:
\u00abHe\u2019s back, he\u2019s here, he\u2019s alive.
He rides a warhorse,
And he has sharpened his sword,
To realize the issues of vengeance,
Oh, I\u2019m afraid that your foals
He will mark by his own brand,
And also, I\u2019m afraid he is brave enough,
To mark your sheep by his own brand,
I\u2019m afraid he\u2019s here, he\u2019s back,
He\u2019ll take from you your throne,
Oh, I\u2019m afraid he\u2019ll take also from you
your city and your people,
and, I\u2019m afraid he\u2019ll take your throne
And put on him your chain mail!<\/p>

With a white bald spot on forehead,
Rushing like a whirlwind on the ground
From the lowlands to the snowy heights,
And also your horse, he will take away
You are as the perennial poplar highest,
Roots deep in the ground,
And the foliage into the blue sky.
So pure of unnecessary impurities,
And with gold every leaf glistens\u2026
And the hallmark on it is visible.
Oh, I\u2019m afraid he\u2019ll break into your house,
and will take from you a brave man
All the treasury that my father saved up!<\/p>

Have pity on your sisters.
One is the gentle-faced Kanikey,
And we have the noble Tinikey.
He will come and your sisters
Will condemned to shame and disgrace.
A whirlwind is upon you already.
If you want to lie down, go ahead.
But do not go against me.
The gentle-faced Kanikey,
And the noble Tinikey
I won\u2019t give to the enemy,
I\u2019ll take them and run away.
Far away to passes,
I will ride in the heat and the storm,
So that the enemy will not rejoice,
I\u2019ll take them away.\u00bb<\/p>

Oh, the old woman was cunning,
She made up her mind
To get her daughters away from the enemy.
Their beauty blossomed so much
That everyone living around
Wouldn\u2019t let lose the grasp,
And would like to kiss them both\u2026
Oh, the old woman was cunning!
She had no use for the precious luggage,
She didn\u2019t take anything of value,
She took only two daughters.
The gentle-faced Kanikey,
The noble Tinikey,
And the took them away by the carriage,
So, she save them from disgrace?<\/p>

She rides out of the gate,
Runs off into the wide steppe,
Here Karlyga recognises her!
This girl is a giant
Rides faster than a whirlwind,
And she stealthily approached her.
And cut through the felt, behind,
She took the frightened girls
From the carriage and.
On her horse she drove them away.
And the old woman, sensing no ill will,
and not a bit worried about her children,
She continued on her way.<\/p>

Karaman was sharp-sighed.
He noticed that two sisters
By Karlyga were captured.
He rushed towards her,
He spoke gently to her:
\u201cThou hast taken the spoils of the enemy,
So let\u2019s start on with the sharing!\u00bb<\/p>

Karlyga said in response:
\u00abListen here,
You are only a swamp reed,
You\u2019re a thorn, but without a stem.
If compare you with others,
The world have seen a better one.
I didn\u2019t notice that you\u2019ve shown prowess.
You have no right to ask for shares!
You own a big loot,
But all your flocks and herds
Of the loot taken by someone else!
Did I ride here
On a horse that has wings,
To win the spoils of battle
And share with the poor Kiyat tribe?
What shall I say? What should I do?
After all, myself, I am obedient to fate,
You got me as a prey.
So, I\u2019m unfree!\u201d<\/p>

Karaman said her follows:
\u00abGive me both sisters,
those who are now in captivity.
And let us end this discuss:
As you will regain your freedom.
But, first give me this ransom
And then, you are free!\u00bb
Karlyga was keeping in herself
her love and sorrow
Koblandy, she couldn\u2019t forget.
This secret passion burned her hard,
So, she had no pity for her prey.
She gave to Karaman
The gentle-faced Kanikey,
And the noble Tinikey,
And now free again
Herself and her love!<\/p>

There were four, now there are six,
And four great heroes,
with a longing for battle,
to stood up for truth and honour,
Were resting on one hill.
Their food is in a saddlebag.
Their horses winged
for the cause of war prepared
The dawn is blazing,
The glitter of the dawn\u2019s star went out,
And the four heroes
Couldn\u2019t sleep a wink.<\/p>

with Koblandy, Karlyga was in love.
How great was her sorrow
When she had become
Karaman\u2019s prey and a slave!
And now seems her new days
Would deal differently!
With Koblandy they will be dealt.
Her heart tells her fervently:
\u00abThe dream will come true, believe me!\u00bb
That\u2019s why she\u2019s now
on a shoulder leaning
to her dear friend Koblandy.
No, she never dared to approach him
She never dared to come closer him,
For she was afraid of the shame
That, Karaman has got her!
And now she has her joy:
She has her freedom,
And freedom is a good thing,
She\u2019s free like a bird!
She\u2019s changed her pen!<\/p>

Here brightly the dawn shone,
The riders their horses mounted.
The chain mail made them stronger,
Swords strengthened their courage.
They are flying to the city gate,
in their eyes anger is burning,
on their swords rage is shining,
And spears on their shoulders.<\/p>

Karlyga kills her brother<\/p>

Here is the city, where at the gate
Sentries with swords are standing,
Where is the Kipchak tribe in captivity
Exhausted, overcome with grief,
Where Koblandy\u2019s father and mother,
And his wife and sister
From evening to morning
Inconsolable tears are pouring.
The batyr Koblandy rode closer,
And cried a call, shouting like a mighty camel:<\/p>

\u00abCome out, right now, Alshagyr,
Koblandy speaks to you
If you are a real batyr,
Come out, Alshagyr, to fight,
But listen to what I say you:
Settle your accounts with life first,
Forget the good and the bad,
Today you\u2019ll meet your fate.
Ride forth on your raven horse
With a white bald spot on forehead
Your end has come.
You put a coat on yourself
That stands against the lead.
Your day has come, your end has come!\u00bb<\/p>

Ever since Batyr Alshagyr
Has become a Khan on his land,
He was ruling by deceit!
He betrayed and deceived
He was the most cunning of all his kin.
And he beheaded
Numerous Kazakh heroes.
Hearing Koblan\u2019s voice,
He became gloomy and convinced,
That his mother was right.
He was in wrath and said,
\u00abIf I won\u2019t go,
People will say that Alshagyr
Was afraid of a batyr.\u201d
He put on a steel chain mail,
He girded himself with a sword,
Taking his spear
And his quiver with arrows
He rode on a raven.<\/p>

At this time, full of strength
And not knowing overcome his wrath,
Koblandy was cutting stones
With his long, sharp spear.
Taiburyl was dashing under him,
Whose eyes glowed with fire
And sparkled as fox eyes.
The grass was in dewdrops,
Reeds were swaying,
And Zhayik rushed on,
wilds also were in confuse<\/p>

Every batyr said: \u00abI will fight
for my honour and for my life!\u00bb
And sweeping up the ashes,
They rode on their horses.
When they met in silence,
they were burn with anger.
They backed away a little,
To cross their lances.
Their horses knees were already bend.
Which of these riders is the strongest?
And who is to be victorious?<\/p>

Suddenly, a shudder of terror
shake the Kyzylbash side:
they could see the battle from the city.
Suddenly their hope was shattered:
As from the raven horse fell down
The noble Khan Alshagyr!
Koblandy-batyr was furious,
He pierced the enemy with his spear
And, having lifted him up,
Put him back on his horse again.
Blood appeared on his brocade.
He stabbed his spear to the bone
And pulled it back harder,
But cannot take it away!
He pulled the spear again.
There appeared blood on the shaft,
And Alshagir fell off his horse,
He lies on the shore sand!<\/p>

In this terrible, troubling hour
Two brave men rode up.
They were batyrs \u2014 Aganas and Toganas.
Koblandy killed their father,
The Kyzylyer, the pillar of the country,
He was planning to get married soon.
The sons came with a vengeance,
attacked the enemy together, at once
And they struck Koblandy with their spear
So, he almost fell off the horse,
He is now sitting on his side!<\/p>

But rushing at full gallop
Karlyga, scolding the batyrs,
knocked Aganas off his horse.
Aganas is lying on the ground,
Koblandy back himself to the saddle,
And knocked Toganas off his horse.
Rode closer on his horse, with loadouts jingling.
Aktaylak, the Kyzylbash\u2019s daredevil,
But he was knocked down by the swift Orak.
Another one came rushing out of the city again,
Narkyzyl was his father,
But Karaman brought him down.
Here joined the battle with all four
The black-faced giant Batyr,
He has overcome many warriors,
His head is like a cauldron,
But Karlyga brought him down.
Then the Khan\u2019s servant rushed in,
A giant-sized Kalmyk,
But he fell like a reed,
By Koblandy\u2019s steel sword.
So, one by one, the four of them,
Dealt with the enemy:
No mercy to the enemy,
They mowed them like the grass!<\/p>

Powerful son of Kobikty-Birshimbay
was sent by his father to this land,
he was a giant of fifteen.
He was dressed in expensive brocade,
He wore a martin hat on his head.
He led the fighters mounted.
He was visiting the city as a bridegroom
For two sisters \u2014 Kanikey, Tinikey.
He was stronger and braver
of all Kalmyk heroes.<\/p>

He heard that timid talk:
\u00abKoblandy has escaped from captivity!\u00bb
He saw no harm in it.
He strapped his sword to his belt,
his chain mail he hastened
to put on his heroic body.
He put his spear on his shoulder.
ordered to open for him the gate.
He rode out of the gate.
He says to the four by the gate:
\u00abYou have shown your haste.
Because I was late a bit!\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy, he stabbed with a spear,
Karlyga, he stabbed with a spear,
Karaman stabbed with a spear
And then he stabbed Orak with his spear,
And he rode forward,
After a while he turned back,
At this time on the wall,
on the pillars of the gate
The Kyzylbash people were staring:
Once again he took the spear in his hands,
He attacked his enemies again.
Stabled Karaman with his spear
And then he stabbed Orak,
then he stabbed Karlyga,
And here he stabbed Koblandy,
After Birshimbay galloped forward.
Sweat rolled down his face,
And his strength grows,
He despises the four brave,
He does not consider them as a human!
He turned out is stronger than
The exhausted four bogatyrs,
Whose wounds were bleeding\u2026<\/p>

Making sure that the only brother
is rich in courage and strength.
Karlyga said to her friends:
\u00abTake my word for it.
A cattle die from a wound.
But man can die, if a another man kills him!
We are from one family,
And I myself will kill my brother.
My father, an eminent khan,
was heavier than me for a batman,
And eight batmans heavier than him
Is my brother Birshimbay.
Even a boar cannot break through him,
So the steel sword won\u2019t cut, too.
No ailments causes to him, either!
But there is a hole, they say,
On the back of his neck on chain mail.
If I would die by him,
Aim the back of his head!\u00bb
Even though she is female,
Karlyga was born
As the true bogatyr.
Koblandy believed her in everything,
He stopped her questioning.
Karlyga took off her zishagge,
And took her hair out of braids,
galloped away on Akmonshak horse,
Away from his three friends.
The tulpar is galloping fast,
To Birshimbay his sister approaches,
Came closer and says:
\u00abMy dear brother, my dzhigit
You should to learn the full truth from me.
As you left, Birshimbay,
came to us with a war the enemy army,
and began to ravage our city.
Koblandy escaped from prison,
He moved into battle his thick ranks.
Our father met the enemy bravely,
But he found his end in the battle.
Vengeance and courage to fight
flamed up immediately in me,
I have slaughtered my enemies to the ground,
I have saved my countrymen.<\/p>

Father is dead, daughter is lonely,
Three enemies ran away,
I chased after them
To kill them finally
And my hope was kindled:
The Creator showed me you!
Although you recognized me,
You didn\u2019t turn from your horse.
Means, you are the true brave man!
I am pleased with thee, my brother,
My only one, my dear one!
Hide me from death,
My wounds are burning, I\u2019m longing,
The pain has pierced me to the bone.
Exact revenge upon them for me,
For your sister, to the evil-doers
So I can die then in peace!\u00bb
Whose soul shall not tremble in pain,
if a kin soul is suffering?
The soul that burns with wounds,
is especially dear to us\u2026
With her hat off, sobs violently
In front of his brother, Karlyga.<\/p>

Birshimbay then says:
\u00abOh, my dear sister,
You are militant and wise,
I didn\u2019t recognize you,
I didn\u2019t know you at once!
I resolved in my heart
To turn my enemies to dust,
I hit with a spear my enemies,
Seems have darkened my eyes.
Come to me, my sister.
Let thy soul be preserved.
I did not recognise you at first!
I will hide you among the rocks,
And then I\u2019ll back to fight
I will kill three of our opponents.\u00bb<\/p>

He went ahead, tall and straight,
And behind his sister followed.
Oh, she\u2019s fearless and cunning!
She looked around,
She her spear raised
And struck her enemy brother \u2014
She struck him on the back of the head.
Birshimbay fell off his horse,
and screamed, groaning in pain:
\u00abOh, sister, you killed me.
This death will not be forgiven to you
This death will always with you,
Oh, damn you, sister, damn you!\u00bb
So, Birshimbay was killed by his sister.
She proved that she is brave in battle,
She proved that she is strict in her heart.<\/p>

Karlyga was returning to her friends,
And the three of them had to admit
That she is good not only on fer face.
But, she has heroic personality,
And she is flinty-hearted!
God must be on their side:
helped them in the difficult war.
Birshimbay seemed to the three of them
As invincible forever,
But his brother was some weaker,
And his sister was more cunning,
And now the foe lies
Under the feet of the heroes.<\/p>

Kyzylbash army again attack Koblandy\u2019s village<\/p>

Koblandy looked around
It became very light,
The happiness to the winner has come!
Just when Birshimbay\u2019s cry fell silent
No Kalmyk followed the batyr
None of Kalmyk came out to fight.
One by one with loaded carriages,
making a ruckus went out of the gates,
The Kipchak tribe \u2013 now is free.
Both young and old came out,
Wives, girls, children,
a lot of goods taking away.
the old Toktar were led them by.<\/p>

Dust rose up very high,
The Yessil river was flooded,
Across the river were laid,
Heavy, freshly trunks cut.
And the Kipchaks going home, making noise,
As a herd of sheep and lambs,
And they all greeting Koblandy:
As has come true their cherished thought
Their will, like a river, has spilled\u2026<\/p>

Look at how the world is created:
Alshagyr found, what he was sought for.
Many Kazakhs he has destroyed,
They say: As you sow, so shall you reap.
That cursed dog,
to his own people brought
death and destruction.
His people were defeated,
His city is destroyed,
All his many cattle taken away.
This was the day of vengeance,
The Kipchak people are calm,
Even little children are not weeping.<\/p>

Every prisoner was happy to be free,
Every prisoner was now wealthy,
They were back happily and noisily
To their home, both tribes Kipchak and Kiyat
Koblan was in the people\u2019s honour:
He turned out to be the strongest!
The people were on the way
Ninety and more nine days,
At last, they got at dawn
To the dear Karaspan-mountain.
Here is the beauty of the Azuly lake,
Here is the smell of native dust,
Here are the meadows for horses and sheep,
Here the place, where the wicked stranger \u2014
Alshagyr came from,
And drove them out by force.
Peace and calmness,
Life is more better among Kipchaks\u2019,
A poor has become a rich.
Once again the people are contented,
The people are now the owner of the bounty,
In the meadows, by the river water
They praised Koblandy.<\/p>

I don\u2019t want to go into a long story,
I\u2019ll tell you the gist of it.
Thirty days of rejoicing have passed,
Forty days of feasting have passed,
Kobland was engaged to Kortka.
We\u2019ll keep these words,
The song lives on in truth alone,
We\u2019ll tell here you about another beauty.
What is Karlyga doing?
Though she served him like a servant,
Though she saved him from the enemy,
I got him out of trouble.
But Koblandy didn\u2019t marry her,
He didn\u2019t hear her plea.
What should she do? Where to go?
How can she find her destiny?
With Karaman, it\u2019s out of the way.
How will Karlyga cope
With her bitter fate, with the burden of adversity?
And the beautiful Karlyga
Learns everything about loneliness.
After she took a grudge by Koblan,
Fixed among the mountains,
In the midst of virgin grasses
An eight-winged white tent,
And started to live there alone,
Saying, \u00abKoblandy, only for you
I have left my father\u2019s home,
All that is close to me, I lost,
I knew too late,
About your gratitude!\u00bb<\/p>

Let Karlyga live in the mountains,
Let by herself lonely heat a hearth,
Let the winged Akmonshak horse
Share with her the burden of cares.
Koblandy calls a council
His strong tribe\u2019s wise people
came together all along,
And decided to Orak
marry the sister Karlygash.
Thirty joyous days have passed
Full of fun and games,
Forty days were spent at the feast.
Finally, Koblandy in the morning
brings Karlygash by her hand
To the golden tent.
He bestowed her with kindness
and sent her away with her husband,
And the caravan left with joy.<\/p>

Says the bogatyr Karaman:
\u00abKoblandy, my dear friend,
I have betrothed you to Kortka,
I saw your sister off,
Now I\u2019ll choose a way for myself.
And now I\u2019d like to enjoy my life
With two sisters \u2014 Kanikey, Tinikey.
Koblandy, I will return home
And I\u2019ll marry two Kalmyk girls,
Alshagyr left them to us.
I\u2019ll have a merry feast,
I invite you both, Koblan and Kortka,
So, prove that our friendship is strong,
That we\u2019ve become more friendly,
even more grateful to each other.
Come to visit me Koblandy,
and marry me with Kanikey and Tinikey!\u00bb<\/p>

A worthy men have good things around,
In their soul a friendship trembles.
Karaman returned home,
He took Kanikey and Tinikey away.
As ninety days passed,
Koblan and Kortka gathered together,
The horses were harnessed to the cart,
They took their way to visit Karaman,
Taking three hundred people with them,
Saying: \u00abIt\u2019s time for us to see
How lives a brother and a peer
And friends from the Kiyat family\u00bb.
They rode long, looking at the mountains.
At midday, in the midst of the mountains
Where the snow white on the ridges,
They see an eight-winged tent,
And Karlyga comes out to them.<\/p>

Here says Karlyga: \u00bb Listen, batyr,
Listen to me, for a while.
For the sake of your life
I\u2019ve sacrificed myself,
And now, lonely and alone.
I don\u2019t know which way to turn.
In the silence of the mountain I weep,
The thin thread of my days is torn out,
Remember my farewell, Koblan!
Where are your promises, Koblan?
What is my guilty? What did I do wrong?
You can ask anyone around you,
And they\u2019d tell you, your act is not good:
and there\u2019s no excuse for it.
Thou shalt rest in my tent
Tell my sister, who\u2019s beside you now,
that she may visit my tent!\u00bb
She says so, and the tears flow
tears flow down from her eyes, sad.<\/p>

Kortka saw here,
That the beauty\u2019s fate was bitter,
She begged her husband
That, he would make happy
Karlyga, who crushed by fate.
But Koblan said: \u00abNo way. I can\u2019t\u00bb
He was born harsh
And doesn\u2019t accept pitying words,
He left with Kortka at once.
Karlyga, with great longing
Remembering the happened,
the tent with difficulty she reached,
Leaning on the shaft of her spear.
and full of tears in her heart.<\/p>

And Kortka and Koblan-batyr
Rushed to Karaman for a feast.
The feast lasted twice for thirty days.
And betrothed to Kanikey and Tinikey
Karaman of Kiyat tribe,
And then Koblandy rode back
With his noble wife.
On their way back home
The snowy mountain they saw again,
An eight-winged white tent.
Karlyga comes out to them,
And starts a conversation again:<\/p>

\u00abI\u2019ve made some strong tea,
Just, don\u2019t pass it by!
I\u2019ll make you a nice meal,
A lonely house is not poor.
Butter, sweet to taste,
I\u2019ll serve on a platter of gold.
Now tell me, you villain:
For what I have left
my country and my people?..
With the blood of my loved ones
I have bloodied the earth\u2026
For whose sake I did it?
Surrounded by silence,
I live in loneliness,
I see only snow and grass.
Why didn\u2019t you take me
to Karaman\u2019s wedding feast?\u201d
Koblandy-batyr was harsh,
He said nothing in reply,
Near the weeping Karlyga
The bogatyr passed by
And went home with his noble wife.<\/p>

Then listen to continue:
Either a year has passed, or two
Kortka gave a birth
To a son who has no equal in the world!
This boy was look like
As Koblandy \u2014 the brave lion.
The little lion grew like weeds,
He\u2019s becoming a lion himself,
And his name is Bokenbay.
Soon he will take a sword in his hands.
Then listen to our story.
Kyzylbash, the hero of Shoshai
Came with an army
To the Kipchak region
He was Kobikty\u2019s nephew,
He has come to pay for death!<\/p>

The leaves were moistened with dew,
The heavenly firmament was ablaze,
Before the morning dawn
The gleam of the dawn star faded.
It was summertime,
Koblandy was sleeping soundly in his yurt,
The warrior\u2019s sleep was blissful.
Boken went away to the herds,
Suddenly, behind the thick summer herd
Dust rose like a column of smoke.
Then Kortka heard
The horse\u2019s stomping from afar.
It is the enemy advancing again?
The Kyzylbash army poured in,
at the door with spears pushing!
Will the enemy win this time?
What should Kortka do?
Should she wake Koblandy up?
No, she can\u2019t: he would jump out of his skin!<\/p>

Koblan\u2019s wife hugges,
Puts on her knees
The noble lion\u2019s head,
She whispers soft words,
Waving her red silk handkerchief,
To make the wind blow cold<\/p>

The warrior shuddered, parted with sleep,
His heart is beating, heart is on fire.
Once more it is time for battle!
He got up and went out of the tent.
he wears a skullcap, he has no hat.
Who is rushing there, disturbing him?
He comes out with a steel spear,
that was near by his bed,
Without dressing gown, in a shirt thin
And a light underwear putting.
Is it dust or smoke?
He cries out, and with his cry
He tears the dust of the earth.<\/p>

The Kyzylbash men shuddered:
They had a month\u2019s journey left,
To reach Koblan\u2019s yurt,
They can\u2019t wait for the battle,
But barely had that morning cry
Into Kyzylbash\u2019s army penetrated,
It was collapsed like a reed.
Koblandy, the bright-faced said:
\u00abWho will bring the tidings to Boken,
To go out to meet the enemy?
He grazes his horses in the meadow.
That he could fulfill his duty as he should,
and like a wolf, take the enemy by the throat,
and make the enemy howl in pain!\u00bb<\/p>

Taiburyl was standing by the manger.
Suddenly Kortka came by running,
Cautiously leads the horse out,
Covering it with the saddle cloth,
pulls out the saddle and fidgeting,
And weapons to fight with the enemy.
What about Koblan? He was calm:
This warrior was a fearsome lion!
He didn\u2019t believe that the timid foe
could conquer his own fear,
And when, in his military armour,
he mounted his horse,
With a fiery anger scorched,
Strengthened by power of his forefathers,
On the foe that is greedy and cruel,
He came down like a torrent.
The hostile army trembled,
Ran in trembling backwards
From the aul to the foot of the mountain.<\/p>

The enemy did come, but not for new battles
The enemy did come, is cunning and harsh,
With the black revenge in them, long ago.
The Kazakh was killed by him.
The snow was hanging over his eyes,
And the eyelashes were covered with ice.
He was driven by bloodlust.<\/p>

Shoshai shouted to the warriors:
\u00abMy army, listen to my speech!
Koblandy was laying with his wife,
He was sleeping sweetly, half-naked,
My conscience wouldn\u2019t let me
Kill him in bed, not in the war.
Let him get dressed first,
Let him say prays to his ancestors,
Let his soul be filled with fear.
And only then,
I will cast the dead man to ashes!\u00bb<\/p>

The Kyzylbash army said: \u00abDear Shoshai,
You decide the matter your own way,
our swords are sharp, we are ready,
we will wait at the foot of the mountain\u00bb.
The Kyzylbash\u2019s army rallied closer,
They started to boast of their strength,
They spoke about their number.
Each warrior took an arrow:
Soon the blood will flow on the ground.<\/p>

Karlyga takes revenge on Koblandy-batyr<\/p>

Koblandy on Buryl
rode to fight with the enemy.
Under the horse, trembling dust,
In front of the horse, trembling enemy.
Batyr Koblandy rode up,
He saw the ranks of Kyzylbash,
Shouted: \u00abCome out, Shoshai Khan,
Try the power of your saber!\u00bb
And Shoshai answers him:
\u00abLet me get ready for the fight,
I am not strong enough,
I ask for a delay of three days!\u00bb
Koblandy agreed with the enemy,
So that he won\u2019t complain afterwards!<\/p>

At this time, to the battle place,
Seeing the dust from afar,
Hearing the voice of the hero,
The one, in the secret fire of grief,
All eclipsed by her beauty,
The one whose word is like thick honey,
Whose hope into the dust is trampled,
for long seven years `who has lived
Llnely, in the deserted mountains,
Who has lost the joy of light,
Who never knew the happiness
Though she was dear once
To the hard-hearted Koblandy,
The noble Karlyga
Rode up on her swift horse.<\/p>

Seeing the dust rising,
That the horses trampled the feather-grass,
Hearing the batyr\u2019s call,
When he saw that Kalmyks are coming,
With army as thick as a fog,
Seil\u2019s son, batyr Karaman,
Came riding on his piebald horse.
Seeing that the dawn has lit up,
Seeing that the dust has risen,
Hearing his brother\u2019s calling,
That the war horses were rattling,
That the land is in turmoil since morning,
Karlygash, Koblandy\u2019s sister said:
\u00abThis is my brother calling,
He\u2019s calling the brave to march,
My dear brother, my only brother!
My brave warrior!
My heart tells me the enemy is coming.
So go, my husband, my Orak,
Get up, drive away the trouble.
For the land of our fathers,
For my brother\u2019s sake, and for yours,
I\u2019ll go like a sheep to the slaughter!\u00bb
The husband obeyed his sensible wife,
Over the mountain, over the ravine.
Orak rode to the battle,
He rode on his red horse.<\/p>

Seeing the pillars of dust
Heralded the beginning of firing,
That, of a triumph dreaming,
The Kyzylbash army raised their banner.
A six-year-old daredevil rider
With a marten hat on his head,
Frowning his eyebrows, sits in the saddle,
Like a stone is his forehead:
This is Bokenbay is ready for the fight,
His sorrel horse he is riding.
When he heard in the morning hour
That Kyzylbash suddenly descended.
Armied himself for battle
And clutching the kuruk in his hand.
Bocken\u2019s brave footsteps followed,
The faithful guardian of his childhood years,
Estemiss, in a heroic armor,
rode on his bay horse.<\/p>

The brave men gathered in six,
To defeat the enemies.
A small detachment rode off,
On horses, like saigas, they fly!
The east flamed, turned red
The time of battle is at hand.<\/p>

Koblandy and Shoshai came together
And they began to stab each other:
Each one wants to defeat the enemy,
They both value their lives,
Honor is dear to both of them.
Suddenly Karlyga approached them.
She says: \u00abMy revenge will keep!\u00bb
She says: \u00abEvil for evil!
You have insulted me hard.
Though I was born a woman,
I will not bear it.
I\u2019ll choose a target for my spear!\u00bb
Koblandy was confused,
So the distraught Koblandy
She struck on the thigh
And knocked him off his horse,
And tied him up and handed him to the enemy.<\/p>

Look at Karlyga,
Seems doesn\u2019t matter for her
is a friend or a foe or a kin!
Without glance at her loved one
And the blood from his thigh poured down,
Without looking at his enemy,
Karlyga left
To her eight-winged tent.
Where seven years, far away from people,
In loneliness and longing
she spent in the mountainous land,
Secretly hoarding her rage.<\/p>

Koblandy lies on the ground,
Now his happiness is in the darkness.
The enemy laughs at him:
One strikes him with a sword of steel,
This one with a club and that with a spear.
\u00abAnd now\u00bb the enemies say.
\u201cWe will take Tyburyl in captive,
The horse that is winged!\u00bb<\/p>

The brave man\u2019s sincere friend,
Taiburyl was circling around
To the dear hero, captured as if saying:
\u00abTry to sit on me!\u00bb
But the vengeance comes more closer,
Like a wolf, looks around the horse,
And there\u2019s fire in eyes.
Look at Buryl: surrounded by all sides,
But didn\u2019t give to catch it to the enemies,
It suddenly rushed upwards,
soared up to the clouds,
and flew over the hostile army.
The army of Kyzylbash were taken aback:
On the ground they couldn\u2019t catch
Even surrounded the horse by all sides,
How could they catch it in the sky?<\/p>

Seeing the horse in the high,
Karaman on his piebald horse
rushed into the midst of the enemies.
Seeing that the darkness is deepen over Koblan,
over the leader of the brave men,
On his lean horse, Orak
rushed into the midst of the enemies.
Having guessed that his father was wounded,
Can be lied on the grass,
The six-year-old brave rider
With a marten hat on his head,
On a horse that heavily breathed,
Like a falcon, he took flight,
His forehead was as hard as a stone,
And his eyelashes covered in ice.
He rushes onward steadfastly,
He picked up his floorboards,
Bokenbay rolled up his sleeves,
He was born with the lion\u2019s courage,
He is striving at full gallop!
With his axe he crashes stones!<\/p>

A young boy drives up to his father,
Admires his son Koblan,
Kyzylbash squads are running away,
Yes, men flee from a child!
Seeing that on the edge of heaven
Taiburyl flashed in the distance,
That Koblandy lies in the dust,
On his mane-horse Estemiss
rushed into the midst of the enemies,
He swooped down like a wolf on lambs.
It turned out that he is brave enough,
That the enemies are trembling in fright!<\/p>

He bursts into their ranks,
In a fierce anger, he suddenly breaks
His strong birch kuruk,
And to Koblandy approaches.
Let his enemies flee in confusion,
He sits before him like a camel,
He sees the blood is streaming from his wounds.
And exclaimed: \u00abMy Sultan is wounded,
The precious blood has been spilled!\u00bb
He mounts his horse again,
For Kortka to bring tidings.
His head with a white scarf is covered,
And under it is a maned chestnut.<\/p>

He rode up to Kortka and said:
\u00abI came to you with bad news,
You are here, unconcerned,
And your husband is exhausted
there from his wounds.
Hurry up and bring me some bear fat
so that the batyr won\u2019t die,
Heal him, heal him quickly
The leader of the heroes!\u00bb<\/p>

Kortka is fidgeting in tears,
Stepping on her hem:
The day of suffering has come again!
She cries mournfully:
\u00abMy sultan, my warlord, humbled into the dust!
My sultan, my commander!
Where is my horse, my pacer?
I\u2019ll go now, I\u2019ll heal my Koblandy!\u00bb<\/p>

\u201cYou should stop your do\u201d,
Estemiss hastened the men.
\u201cYou put a canopy over him,
So that it covered Koblandy,
Like a cloud \u2014 the vault of heaven\u2026
You have failed, my Sultan,
This march was not a success for you!\u00bb<\/p>

Listen to our story next.
Koblandy almost faded out.
A hole in the head \u2013 got a hit by club,
Blood flows from the thigh to the grass,
There is no consciousness in his eyes,
And over him dust sweeps.
A strong wind was up suddenly
And Koblandy came to himself.
He looked up and looked around,
He saw the kyzylbashas being killed,
By his son riding on his horse.<\/p>

He said: \u00abI\u2019m lying alone.
Come to me, Bokenbay,
I have a word for you, my son.
You have been sent to me from heaven, Boken,
Be blessed, my son!
The grey raptor Shoshai, has come
Dressed in a blue shekpen .
You should meet
the enemy\u2019s army with courage.
If you are truly my son,
Fight the whole army alone,
And learn all the tricks of the enemy,
Pursue the enemy with persistence
and thrust a pike into his thigh,
Do a good deed, Bokenbay!
If I didn\u2019t have you,
Who would come to me, Boken?
I have never bowed my knees
No before khan, no before king,
Nor before a noble hero,
But for a woman I was not brave,
I was so trustful,
I sat down before her like a camel.
I expected no enmity from her,
And my sorrow will never leave me\u2026\u201d<\/p>

That\u2019s what Kobland told Boken,
And the rider rushed forward.
Shoshai Khan runs away from him,
Enemies are fleeing without looking back.
\u00abWait,\u00bb cries the boy.
Wait, Shoshai Khan, don\u2019t go away!\u00bb
And looking at the boy,
Shoshai-kalmyk thought:
\u00abThis child is no danger to me,
I can handle him in a moment!\u00bb<\/p>

Stormy Zhayik is wavy and wild,
There are thickets on its shore \u2026
This boy is great in his soul,
Like clay, stuck to the enemy,
I started stabbing him with a pike.
The fight lasted from morning till dark.
Boken has a strong hand:
The Lord, him with power has rewarded.<\/p>

At sunset of a formidable day
Shoshai Khan was knocked off his horse
By Bokenbay, by the hero-boy,
That\u2019s how Kyzylbash Khan died.
And the troops, in the middle of the road,
Fearing to come closer the dead man,
Terrified, they yell and shout:
\u00abOur fearless brother has fallen in battle!\u00bb<\/p>

Bokenbay brings Karlyga to his wounded father<\/p>

Admired Orak and Karaman:
What kind of a hero a boy is!
Having destroyed Shoshai in battle,
He showed them his courage!
He said here follows:
\u00abI didn\u2019t have time to look after my father,
I don\u2019t know how hard is
the wound of our glorious lion:
Is he seriously wounded?
Is he was hurt lightly?
I\u2019m woory much about it.
I\u2019ll go and take a look at my father,
And until I come back again,
Continue the war together,
Punish the dishonest army.\u00bb<\/p>

Oh, good people!
In this part of tale
We will tell about Boken.
To the cool of the river he galloped,
He saw the dome of Kortka\u2019s yurt
At the foot of Karaspan Mount.
His mother comes out to meet him,
Bending her slender waist,
She spoke to him:<\/p>

\u00abYour soul is dear to me,
My son, my dear Bokenbay.
You have followed the trail of the enemy.
Do the same from now on.
The lake is beauty with its steep shore,
The saint deed makes the warrior
Your father, dear Boken,
Has never bowed his knees
Not before khan, not before king,
Nor before a noble hero,
But before a woman he fell.
He was mad with shame,
So sudden was his misfortune.
For the first time he was defeated in battle,
Disgraced, he rushes about.
I gave him medicine,
But when will he be cured?<\/p>

I sit with him all night long,
But your father doesn\u2019t eat, nor drink.
Don\u2019t go there, don\u2019t come to close,
He will not see your sorrow.
In his dark rage, in his blind rage,
He will deal with you, my boy
He\u2019ll tear your head off your shoulders\u2026
Bokenbay, now listen to my words:
Rise early at daybreak,
Get on Buryl\u2019s horse,
And strap your sword to your belt
That is six fathoms long,
Trotting across the steppe plain,
And at a gallop through the mountains and hollows,
You\u2019ll see a mountain ridge in the snow.
Find Karlyga in that mountain,
Who pierced your father with her spear,
And ruthless in her anger.<\/p>

If your are strength enough,
You knock her down from the saddle,
Bring her on foot here,
Only then will you be able to face your father
You can see your father, my son!
You are the light and the beauty of my eyes,
Bokenbay, your destiny is high,
Believe me that I am right,
You fulfill my words.\u00bb<\/p>

Boken pondered and immediately
He took his mother\u2019s wise counsel.
He said: \u00abBring me the horse,
So that I can ahead, find happiness.\u00bb
Kortka brought Taiburyl,
She girded her son with a sword
A full six fathoms long.
Rushing through the ditches like an arrow,
Bokenbay on horseback galloped,
Trotting across the plain steppe,
Galloped on sharp mountain rocks.
He crouched down to the lumpy ground.
He picked up the stone at full gallop,
Kortka was delighted and convinced,
That he sits firmly on the saddle,
That his landing is good,
That his soul is brave
And that his power is great.<\/p>

And Kortka said to her son:
\u00abBehold, I see, you\u2019re braver than a lion,
But in battle on Karlyga take pity,
Defeat her, but do not behead her,
Get the win, but leave her alive.
Karlyga is strong and smart,
In the past she\u2019s done a lot of good
to your father, Bokenbay.
I beg you, my son,
Don\u2019t kill her by accident,
Don\u2019t be cruel to the lonely one.
Let Karlyga live!
But, if you won\u2019t do as I say
You\u2019ll hurt me badly,
You\u2019ll never see me again!\u00bb<\/p>

Bokenbay led the conversation:
\u00abWhy is Karlyga still
Cannot vary between foe or friend,
And a person has a fair or foul heart?
Why Karlyga knocked down
my father from his horse?
If you hadn\u2019t asked me,
Over the rocks I would have dragged,
and would have cut her in half!
But now I promise:
I\u2019ll spare her, I won\u2019t hurt her in a fight,
If she\u2019s smart enough,
And will not try to do me hurt,
I will not kill her, I will take her prisoner.
Hyah!\u00bb \u2014 Boken commanded to Buryl,
And the horse flew away like a blizzard,
It flew away, in the distance disappeared,
The hooves did not touch the ground.
Pits and cliffs it cares less!
And the young rider is glistened
with his diamond sword,
And his golden bridle,
And in his iron armour.
The horse is running, shortening the way,
And its chest is gleaming, curving.
With its golden girth.
The earth trembles and shakes.
Under the blows of the mighty hooves,
The valley shakes and flash by meadows\u2026<\/p>

But the beautiful Karlyga,
Whose tent is among the rocky mountain,
Didn\u2019t want him to come.
On the day of the battle,
She was breathing vengeance,
And studied him well,
and the little one she had figured out:
He is powerful and his strength is amazing!
That\u2019s why, in her tent,
In the night and at early dawn,
She prayed to her ancestors.<\/p>

The dust columns rose in the air,
The horse Akmonshak appeared,
Karlyga sat on it.
The six-year-old daredevil shouted:
\u00abYou can\u2019t escape anyway!\u00bb \u2014
And rushed forward.
\u00abDon\u2019t run and calm down, a kid\u00bb
She shouted in her turn
And approached on horseback.
Bokenbay was on one side,
Karlyga on the other side.<\/p>

Bokenbay says: \u00abKarlyga,
I am not used to afraid of the enemy,
I\u2019m strong, I don\u2019t fear anyone,
But I\u2019m not proud of my courage.
During the battle I will not run away,
But I keep words in my heart,
What my mother, Kortka, said:
You can shout as much as you like,
I won\u2019t hit you with my spear.\u00bb<\/p>

She is severe in her anger,
Karlyga did not heed those words,
In a thirst for revenge, her spear she raised
As if saying, you little one
you can talk as much as you like,
You talk nonsense,
and she plunged her spear into Boken.<\/p>

Then Koblandy\u2019s son saw that:
This girl seeks enmity,
And sent straight to her heart
his spear\u2019s spearhead.
The braveheart put out her flame,
made of rings her chain mail.
To small pieces shattered.
The battle place between the two heroes
Turned into a deep ditch,
Here, a rage burned the boy:
So, he started to throw out Karlyga
of her saddle with his trusty spear,
Showing the batyr\u2019s power.
As it was time for her to fall,
And the grass dwindled in her eyes,
Karlyga said follows:<\/p>

\u00abListen, dear, nice-looking Boken,
Let\u2019s stop this senseless fight.
Even you are younger than me,
I bow before you, Boken.
I\u2019m at the mercy of a brave man,
Thou shalt not spare my life,
If you\u2019re going to kill me, then go ahead,
But you should to show me, first
to your sick father.
Now, you listen to my words.
I have despised my language, my kinship,
I have killed for him,
My father and my brother in the battle,
I left my land for him,
Everywhere I have been faithful, only to him,
So, what is my fault?
Am I to blame for your mad father?
If the fault rests with me?\u201d
So she told to Boken,
Young and beautiful in the face.<\/p>

Boken\u2019s was generous.
He sat the giant and hero girl
gently to the saddle,
but here he thought
\u00abShe can run away again!
I should be vigilant beforehand!\u00bb
He took Akmonshak by the rein
and leads her straight to the village.
Karlyga was calm enough,
on the way she wasn\u2019t stern
with her young daredevil companion.<\/p>

The boy left early in the morning,
At sunset he got his home.
In his heroic hand
Karlyga\u2019s hand is trembling.
Two horse were seen in the distance,
Kortka heard stomping,
And she says to her husband:
\u00abOur dzhigit has returned home,
Our boy has brought Karlyga\u00bb.<\/p>

Koblan looked at his son
He could got up and kiss his son
His dare son \u2014 Bokenbay.
Snd then he looked at Karlyga:
His son brought her, his dare son!
Here she is standing next to his wife.
Eight years without seeing a human soul,
Karlyga was living in the desert wilderness,
She lived in sadness.<\/p>

And a thought came to his mind,
That a spear pierced her, too.
And the batyr felt sorry for her,
Koblandy forgot his anger,
I fell in love with her, feeling sorry for her.
And his soul is calm and bright,
And again he found peace.
He exclaimed: \u00abWhere is the mullah?
Let him betroth me to Karlyga!\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy-batyr gets engaged to Karlyga<\/p>

Karaman, the hero had heard,
That Koblan of his wounds was cured,
And that with the beautiful Karlyga
His dear friend is getting engaged.
Karaman says follows:
\u00abI have my rights, too!
Do we differ, me and Koblan?
Do we have different ways? Or the same?
If Koblan has a son,
Why I cannot be a father?
If am I not the boy\u2019s father?
Why didn\u2019t he come to me first
by duty of kinship\u2026
with the precious prize?
I would slaughter goats and sheep,
I\u2019d give up the war for a while,
I\u2019d make a glorious feast,
With his new wife I\u2019d betroth
My friend Koblandy-batyr!<\/p>

My peer and Karlyga,
Who suffered in a deserted wilderness,
Where only snow and grasses.
They could have exposed sores of their souls.
I would rid them of their insults,
I would force them to open up,
Come out of the closet inside,
I would bring them joy and peace!\u00bb<\/p>

Karaman\u2019s wise talk
Koblandy-batyr heard.
He says to Bokenbay:
\u00abYour father is angry with you.
You must respect your father:
You brought your mother to me,
But my son, my dzhigit,
You should to first
bring her to Karaman.\u00bb<\/p>

Hearing Batyr\u2019s words,
Bokenbay rode on his horse,
That in the morning caught in the herd,
In full view of the people he rode
holding Akmonshak at his lead:
Karlyga was sitting on it\u2026
Karaman and Orak together,
Like wolves attacking a flock of sheep,
Making the Kyzylbash army flee,
They defeated the hostile army.
Leaning on their spears,
The winners stand by their side,
They look neither forward nor backward,
and climbing the high mound.
Suddenly a boy with Karlyga appeared:
With his new mother, arrived!
Karaman was delighted,
He invited his friends to join him.<\/p>

Returning to his native aul,
He checked his herds,
He slaughtered sixty mares,
Six tribes were invited to the feast,
Ninety he slaughtered mares,
Nine other tribes he invited.
He was praised too much.
He ordered to set up tents
At the foot of the green mountain,
Where the lake\u2019s water is bright.
He invited Kortka and Koblandy,
And by the lake\u2019s water he set up
The tent with one hundred and ninety wings .<\/p>

Here the fun had come to an end.
\u00abKoblandy,\u00bb said Karaman,
\u00abChase away slander and deceit.
Banish slander and deceit,
Let resentment left your soul.
Let us sit in the sunset silence,
I\u2019ll let no one in the house,
We\u2019ll talk, the three of us.
Karlyga, first, it\u2019s your turn,
Say whatever you want to say
Let no resentment live in your heart,
Let there be no malice and no lies.\u00bb<\/p>

Karlyga started her speech:
\u00abTo take the offence out of my heart,
I should tell the truth.
Karaman, sit between us,
Listen to this speech, too,
As witness of my rightness.<\/p>

Koblandy, my peer and friend!
When I saw thee all of a sudden
I\u2019ve fallen in love forever with you.
I thought I\u2019m your equal
And we can be a couple,
That you\u2019d need me
That I\u2019d be your wife!
I gave up everything for you:
My aul, my country and my kin
I left them forever.<\/p>

No matter how crooked the case may be,
But if you consider it your own,
You go straight.
My father was gentle with me,
He prayed: \u00abOh, Creator, help her,
help her to find joy!\u00bb
And when I was little,
He used to say:
\u00abWill you blossom light of my eyes,
As you reach your maiden years?\u00bb<\/p>

But I\u2019ve decided to help you,
To get you out of the dungeon.
Have you forgotten my father?
We killed him together!
Koblandy, this grievous sin
For whom I did commit?
For you only, for you alone!
I loved you as a wife,
And I\u2019ve become your equal!<\/p>

Alshagyr seized your aul,
He drew the Kipchaks to the ground,
Your horse Taiburyl became lame,
Karaman left you then,
You wandered by yourself, lonely .
Who harmed you?
Who saved you from death?
Koblandy, in this hour of trouble
For whom did I come?
For you only, for you alone!
But no need to think about my superiority.
So, you have forgotten my nobility\u2026<\/p>

The villain Alshagyr seized,
And many Kipchak people has killed.
My brother joined us in battle,
Birshimbay, rich in courage.
He pierced us with his faithful spear,
He threatened four of us with death,
You, Koblandy, were almost extinguished,
Who saved you in your hour of need?<\/p>

Birshimbay, my beloved brother,
My only one, my kin one,
The foal that was born with me,
If he had any fault in front of me?
We grew up together,
I stabbed him with a spear,
I trampled your footprints\u2026
This dreadful sin, say me Koblandy,
For whom did I commit?
I loved you as a wife,
And I\u2019ve become your equal!<\/p>

You\u2019ve gathered your people together again,
You lived freely at winter pasture
You\u2019 were free at summer pasture,
You\u2019ve reached your goal.
The long-awaited moment has come.
And you were betrothed to Kortka,
But you didn\u2019t think of me.
Among the mountains, having lost peace
And overcome with longing,
I lived in a dead silence,
And you didn\u2019t remember me.<\/p>

My tent over the river was set.
Where, I would die in grief, it seemed.
You went to the feast with Kortka,
You were passing by my tent.
I begged thee:
\u00abCome to my tent and stay as a guest\u00bb
Thou didst not heed my sorrowful entreaty.
\u00abLet\u2019s visit Karlyga for a while!\u00bb
your wife begged you,
But thou didst not turn thy horse,
and thou didst not look at me.
What was my guilt of before you?
What have I sinned against thee?
How long did my joy last?
Where is your justice?
Thou hast feasted with Karaman,
And thou didst not think of me\u2026<\/p>

After overcoming the ridge-crossing,
You were on way to your hometown,
My tent was on that way.
I begged, humble and meek:
\u00abCome to my tent, come with visit!\u00bb
Kortka begged you, too,
To be fair to me,
But you drove the horse further,
You rode away with your wife
without giving me even a glance!<\/p>

So, humiliated by you,
So, offended by you,
I\u2019ve amass a lot of evil.
And in the heat of battle with Shoshai,
For everything I have repaid you.
Now I stand here before you:
Whether I live or die,
The same words I\u2019ll repeat,
I have nothing to repent of.
Now three of us here together,
And my soul is pure:
I\u2019m right in the eyes of all.
And now, Koblandy, my sultan,
it is your turn to say,
Speak up, but beware of deceit!\u00bb<\/p>

Koblandy says here follows:
\u00abYou are right, Karlyga, right you are,
Kyzylbash army was numerous,
was not easy defeating enemies.
No matter how crooked the cause was,
But you call it your own,
You call it straight.
Your father, as you were born,
Swaddled you in silk and satin
He was anxious for you to grow up
To continue his business,
But your father Kobikty
You helped me to destroy,
To shorten his days.<\/p>

Yes, a stranger unknown before,
Koblandy-Kipchak has become
To you more closer and dear
Than your own father.
Since then you\u2019ve been faithful to me,
From that on you are my equal:
That\u2019s what people say\u2026<\/p>

There is no end to the sacrifice.
You had only one brother,
Birshimbay, your guardian, your stronghold.
With your sweet brother you grew up together, \u2014
And you stabbed him with a spear,
You\u2019ve shortened his days.
Yes, become more closer and dear
Koblandy-Kipchak to you,
A stranger unknown before\u2026
Than your kin brother.<\/p>

You have brought death to those closest to you,
You\u2019ve done a lot of evil
Are you capable of good?
Can you warm a new hearth?
I take my friend as my witness:
The Kipchak doubts in you!\u00bb<\/p>

A noble born, Karlyga,
With this speech was defeated,
And she fell at the feet
of fair Koblandy\u2026
We\u2019ll shorten our work,
let\u2019s a long tale quickly narrate.
They rejoiced game for thirty days,
There rejoiced feast for forty days,
The people had fun all around.
Karaman, being a peer and a friend,
Koblandy to Karlyga betrothed.
For eight years, having lost peace
Karlyga in the mountains spent,
And by a longing seized,
And now her fate became bright.<\/p>

If the soul craves the truth,
If you go slowly towards your goals,
But if you go like a brave fighter,
You will reach it at last!<\/p>

In a blue wagon
the three of them sit together,
in grief and in happiness
they are close from now on,
Karlyga, Kortka, Koblandy\u2026
By the new hearth
Karlyga understood and accepted
The sweet moments of life.<\/p>

They had fun year after year.
Karlyga and Kortka, the two wives,
Were surprisingly friendly,
People admired their friendship,
Their dream came true in a good hour.<\/p>

We could go on with the story,
Concluding it without sorrow.
A son was born by Karlyga,
They named him Kiikbay.
His enemies trembled hearing his name.
The people said of him:
\u00abKiikbai saddles a horse
The sun rises for the Kazakhs,
The sun of a new and clear day,
And for enemies, the darkness comes\u00bb.
But in another tale,
We will tell about him in a special way.<\/p>

Our story is coming to an end,
I composed it from my heart.
If a singer has something to say,
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