Көркем аударма Көктем шығармасы шет тіліне арналған

Spring

At the first down scarlet

On clearing the forest thicket,

Birch,between the snowdrifts melt,

A pissolve the blue flower

He remembers both chill lingering.

Bound long meadows.

The sun and the ray of golden crisp

Melt the snow on the meadows.

Before winning this force

Buzzing in the valleys of streams

With a smile and a gentle and pale

He turned its petals

And worrying about the hope of a sweet

And at the foot of the roots

He waist shyly,joyfully

These solar rays clear…