Көркем аударма «Көктем» «Spring»
At the first down scarlet
On clearing the forest thicket,
Birch,between the snowdrifts melt,
A pissolve the blue flower
He remembers both chill lingering.
Bound long meadows.
The sun and the ray of golden crisp
Melt the snow on the meadows.
Before winning this force
Buzzing in the valleys of streams
With a smile and a gentle and pale
He turned its petals
And worrying about the hope of a sweet
And at the foot of the roots
He waist shyly,joyfully
These solar rays clear…