The door echoes, a gentle tap,
Creeps through the open window –
the mist of a terrible past,
The motherland gleams
beneath the burst of fireworks.
A captive – I stand, and you’re the next!
If truth is your guide, express it boldly!
Ease your mother’s worry, your kin’s concerns,
Let your winter yield to a tender spring,
Beat the drums of justice; let their echoes resound.
No need for hearts to quiver at the door’s gentle knock,
Stride ahead, and wear a serene smile!
There is no room for sorrow, only light!
On the threshold of the motherland’s freedom,
I search for you: the whole person.
(Translated by Muhtor Adashev)
