Lily Flower Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

The water in the pool is my tears
let’s swim, come on winds.
The wild and pitiless shamans,
Robbed my joys in the darkness.

Drop your leaves, pine tree,
Making a boat I’d be off to swim.
Bathing in the tears tired I am
To live in tears is to suffer.

The nights tear off their hairs
To Fail the little heart should not.
To worship the land
I must reach that coast,

To reach the coast I must.