THE CONFESSION OF MUHAJIR

THE CONFESSION OF MUHAJIR

The deafening pain is biting me,
I’m leaving my father’s land.
Goodbye, my Cherkessia!
Goodbye, my incomparable paradise!
The careless appearance of the thunderous rocks,
Chants of carefree rivers,
Eagle flight, oskal cave
I will never be able to forget.
I left my sons here,
What kind of freedom they have laid down.
Elbrus is gray, not a frown,
Blinded by azure in the distance.
Keeping a prayer on my lips,
I am pressing the blade in a fierce way.
Oh Allah the most merciful!
I did all I could!
Shouted honor: “Do not go back!
Forward to the enemy’s plains! »
We found eternity, not death
On the sharp tips of the pike.
Goodbye, my Cherkessia!
Don’t forget, please, about us!
In his arms like a baby,
The Caucasus are terrorizing you.
The graves of the ancestors are watching over,
Covered in a storm of shadows.
But I know, over the years
Hope will be stronger.
The shelves of the unreconcilable,
That we have been squeezed like a ring,
Fights that weren’t easy
Wrinkles are woven into the face.
Memorial wave,
What homelessness carries us,
Forever on the head of the litter,
Like ashes of my troubles.
The lighthouse in my destiny burns,
Dreams run in the chest.
We’ll be back, I know, to you!
But you, Cherkessia, wait for us!
(c) Arthur Kencheshaov, 2010
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