Холдор Вулқоннинг ижодий саҳифаси.

                      

Far away the whirls swirl around,

The cuckoo by the river side

Is lazy, not willing to count. 

The sky  is a pan and the sun

Is an egg to be fried in the heat.

To poplars and streams everyone

Is willing now to retreat. 

Mirages roam on the lawns,

The tractors drop anchors on grounds.

Gurrak now droningly moans

Silence is longing for sounds.

A motor-bike, raising dust,

Comes rattling along up there.

The cook calls all to repast

Beating the plate of plowshare. 

Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank!

Memory

I’ll never forget

The mournful break of the day!

The white

Striped sky and expanse.

Your hands

And your body,

Ivory-white.

I’ll never forget

The bank of the river

Where we parted.

I’ll never forget

The sorrow

That drowned

I n the depth of my eyes.

I’ll never go there.

If I do,

The winds will be wailing

In the language of yulguns¹

That grew

Far away over ravines.