O my dear mother language
which I own from cradle and babyhood,
gradually accumulated yours richness, warmness and greatness
please live forever my dear Kyrgyz language,
I know exactly
That without you
We never have to get
A breeze way to our victory
And all our efforts
Turned off to an uphill struggle of hopelessness
and fruitless vanity
and we never have to closely
aligned ourselves
with the nations reached the best
without your sweet sounds and richness and idiosyncrasy
the all hopes of our state and nation
to become the great Kyrgyzstan
will go out of the window.
Without you
We just not come into own
As healthy and modern advanced nation.
Cheer up!
Live long, our native language
So full with the treasures,
So tender.
What I can do for you
My sweet dearest,
Precious, magnamous
Mother’s language
Kyrgyz language
© Copyright: Муратбек Рысбеков, 2018
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