Kunanbaev Ibragim Abai

1845-1904 / Kazakhstan

Through Windless Night The Glinting Moon

Through windless night the glinting moon
Illuminates in flowing waves
The village nestled in the vale
Where crests the overflowing stream

The thick-trunked, bare-branched tree
speaks in whispers to itself--
don't you see the bustling earth
Turning its face green again?
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