Translated by Abdurahim Ayitbayev

Hey, poor Uyghur, wake up, it is enough to sleep,

Now you have nothing, the only thing to lose is your life.

If you do not rescue yourself from death,

Ah, your condition will be fatal, will be fatal.

Stand up! I say you, raise your head, wake up of your dream.

Cut the head of your enemy, spill his blood!

If you do not open your eyes and look about,

You will die asleep one day, that is your only chance.

Already, your body looks like lacking a soul,

May be that is why you do not care much about death?

I am calling you, but you are lying motionless,

Do you want to die asleep?

Take a broad view of things, look about,

Think well about your future.

If this chance is lost,

Your future will be bad, will be bad.

I worry so much about you, hey, my Uyghur,

My trench mate, my brother, my relative.

I am worrying about you, I am waking you up,

But you do not listen to me at all, what is wrong with you?!

The day will come, you will be so sorry,

Then, you will understand the real meaning of my words.

You will say "Oh", but it will be late.

Then, Uyghur, you will think about my calls.

Abduhalik Uighur was born in Turpan, his father brought young Abduhalik with him traveled to China, Russia, Finland. After observed the political systems of other nations, he try to use his poems to wake up the Uighur. He organized the Turpan Revolution Central Commitee, not long after that he was persecuted by Shing-Shi-Chey.

Hey, pekir Uyghur, oyghan, uyqun yeter,

Sende mal yoq, emdi ketse jan keter.

Bu olumdin ozengni qutqazmisang,

Ah, sening haling heter, haling heter.

Qop! Dedim, bexingni koter, uyqungni ach,

Reqibning bexini kes, qenini chach.

Kez echip etrapqa obdan baqmisang,

Olsen armanda, bir kun yoq ilaj.

Helimu jansizgha ohxaydu tening,

Xunga yoq mu anche olumdin gheming.

Qichqirsam qimirlimayla yatisen,

Oyghanmay olmekchimu sen xu peting.

Kozungni yoghan echip etrapqa baq,

Oz istiqbaling heqqide oylan uzaq.

Ketse qoldin bu ghanimet, purset,

Kelichek ixing chataq, ixing chataq.

Echinar konglum sanga, hey Uyghurum,

Sebdixim, qerindixim, bir tuqqunum.

Koyunup halinggha oyghatsam seni,

Anglimaysen zadi, neme bolghunung.

Kelidu bir kun puxayman qilisen,

Tektige gepning xu chaghda yetisen.

"Hep" deseng xu chaghda olgurmey qalur,

Xunda, Uyghur, sozige tengberisen.

Uyghur helqining qehriman oghlani, watanperwer millietchi sha´ir Abduxaliq Uyghur Turpanda ziyali bir ailede tughulghan. U dadisi birlikte Xitay, Russiye, Finlandiye qatarliq memleketlerde ziyarette bolghan. Bu sha´irning ijtima´i koz-qarashida chet´elning siyasi tuzumliri kuzitip, oz militining yashighan hal-ehwalini tuluq tonup yetishke turtke bolghan. U "Uyghan" namiliq bu shi´rini Rusche, Xitayche we Mongolchige terjime qilghan. Sha´ir Xitayning zulmi we helqning eghir turmishini kuzitish arqiliq millitining nahayiti qarangghuda qalghanlighini his qilip, ularni oyghunishqa chaqirdu. Abduxaliq Uyghur qutulush we demokratsiye ghayelerini ozining jengiwar she´irleride gewdilendurup, millitini oyghandurmaqchi bolghan. 1932 yili dawa sepdaxliri bilen birlikte Qizil olan Turpan Inqilavi Merkezi Komittini quridu. Uzun otmeyla, texkilat ichidiki hainlerning biri jallat Shing-Shi-Chey hokumitige hewer beridu we Abduxaliq Uyghur tutqun qilinip olturulidu.

Translated by T. Abdurazak, S. Saydahmat

Poet: Abdurehim Otkur (1923-1995)

We were young when we started our journey,

Now our grand-children are able to ride on horses.

We were very few when started our journey,

Now we´re advancing and left traces on the desert.

Our traces are in the deserts and in the valleys,

There are many heroes buried in the desert with no grave.

Don´t say they were left without graves,

Their graves covered with flowers in the Spring.

Left the crowd, left the scene, they are all faraway,

Wind blows, sand moves, yet our trace never disappears.

The caravan never stops even our horses become thin,

Our grand-children or great-grand-children will one day find those traces.

Yash iduq mushkul seperge atlinip mangghanda biz,

Emdi atqa mingidek bolup qaldi ene newrimiz.

Az iduq mushkul seperge atlinip chiqanda biz,

Emdi chong karvan atalduq, qaldurup chollerde iz.

Qaldi iz choller ara, gayi dawanlarda yene,

Qaldi ni-ni arslanlar deshit cholde qewrisiz.

Qewrisiz qaldi dimeng yulghun qizarghan dalida,

Gul-chichekke pukinur tangna baharda qewrimiz.

Qaldi iz, qaldi menzil, qaldi yiraqta hemmisi,

chiqsa boran, kochse qumlar, hem komulmes izimiz.

Toxtimas karwan yolida gerche atlar bek oruq,

Tapqusi hichbolmisa, bu izni bizning newrimiz, ya chewrimiz.

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