You asked me
what have expressed
these singing patterns
on the ancient kyrgyz carpets,
these various malticolor lines, paces, passes, solid ways
rounding to itself
going to nowhere or everywhere,
suddelnly dying
and was born again
and shoot out
as buds on branch
or spears or rocket,
these most ancient human marks in the world
the forefather of all moderm simvols, brends marks and glorious sings.
Yes, I tell you
these lines and shapes
witnessed
about the truly love
and her eternal searching
inevitable and immortal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem